Sean stood, being jostled by the sea of men restlessly moving to and fro, forgetting his momentary taste for a vodka and tonic, and stared at Arliss and the other guy. Emmett’s description of the pair was accurate. The two looked like a couple. Their body language and the way they leaned into each other would have made Sean think, if he didn’t know better, that the two were passionately in love, or at least lust, and that no one approaching their perimeter would stand a chance with either of them.
It made him sick.
It also made him sick that the other guy put Sean to shame in the looks department. Sean had always known he was pretty average-looking, not great-looking, not bad-looking either. He had warm eyes and a hairy chest guys seemed to like, but beyond that, he accepted that he was pretty forgettable. It continually amazed him that he had ended up with someone as hot as Arliss.