“Nathan, what the hell is wrong with you?”
He ignored him until they were outside of the club and heading to his car. He then released Barnaby’s arm. “As I said, we’re leaving.”
“But why? Weren’t you having a good time?”
“No, I wasn’t having a good time watching my boyfriend let guys feel him up and kiss and practically fuck him on the dance floor.”
Barnaby stared at him. “I-I wasn’t doing that. They’re just friends, Nathan.”
“Right. Funny, none of my friends try to give me hickies.” His cell phone rang and he glanced at it to see it was Travis. He answered. “I’ll call you later. Sorry, but we’re leaving. Yeah, I know. I’ll tell him.”
“Tell me what?” Barnaby asked as he ended the call.
“I’ve had too much to drink. You should drive.”
Barnaby nodded. “Okay. Let’s go.”