Come And Get It Selena Gomez Access

She steps forward. One step. Two. The crowd parts like water. Her eyes never leave his.

He sets down his glass.

The beat drops again. And he does.

Come and get it.

She doesn’t say it aloud. She doesn’t have to. The song says it for her—Selena’s voice, half a whisper, half a dare, curling through the smoke and the static. You ain’t gotta work it, I can tell you’re worth it. come and get it selena gomez

He’s across the room, leaning against the bar, pretending not to notice. But she sees the way his fingers tighten around his glass. The way his jaw shifts when she runs a hand through her hair. She steps forward