KATY’S POV
Before I can look away, Braydon slides his arm around my waist again, tugging me close. The muscle in Bryan’s jaw ticks, and I have to bite back a smirk so I don’t make it obvious that this little performance is entirely for him.
“Want something to drink?” Braydon leans close, his breath brushing my ear over the music.
“Water. Or any soft drink,” I reply quickly.
His brows shoot up. “Soft drinks aren’t really the memo at parties like this.”
“Then water.”
He nods. “I’ll be right back.”
He presses a quick kiss to my forehead before heading off into the crowd, and I notice Bryan’s not standing there anymore.
“Cap does forehead kisses?” Luke asks, grinning at me like he’s discovered some big secret.
“Katy’s got him acting like a gentleman,” Martin adds, earning a few laughs
