ZIGGY'S POV:
Watching her kiss Rigby, I can't decide if I want to punch the git or just enjoy the moment. Clover's hand is inching up my jeaned thigh and it's hard to focus on anything else - even my jealousy - when she is this close.
"F*ck it," I say under my breath as I shrug my shoulders.
Then I lean forward, coming behind her so I can kiss a trail along her neck.
It doesn't matter that they got her first so long as I get my share.
My hands play with the hem of Clover's top, slowly exposing the flesh beneath it. Breathless, Clover pulls back from Rigby, breaking their kiss. She leans her head against my shoulder, her back to my chest as she catches her breath.
I continue my onslaught, kissing along her collarbone. Glancing at Rigby, I can't actually believe we're doing this. It's
