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 ...