"Mark!" I shriek when his hands travel down to Daniel's private region. "This is a public place! Get a damn room!"
"Excuse me, what did you say?" Daniel manages to focus on me. He's still rocking from side to side, completely oblivious to the fact that he has a seventeen-year-old estranged teen running his hands possessively over his body.
"Um... I said let's stop dancing," I look away from Mark who's nibbling his bottom lip.
"What! No!" Mark cries, glaring. "I haven't told you both to stop dancing yet!"
"Okay," Daniel agrees at once in relief and starts back to our table.
"Daniel? Daniel Garcia?" Three blonde girls squeal and block his path. They're wearing identical black sequinned gowns with a slit up to their thin thighs as they howl and fangirl at him. At the table behind them, I
