“You were jealous.” He scoffs. “I was not.” “You were. You really, really were.” I put my phone back in my pocket and shoot him another smug grin. “You were all he can’t touch you like I can. Hate to break it to you, babe, but you were green from head to toe. It was like fucking the Incredible Hulk.” A growl rumbles in the back of his throat before he gives in. “Fine. I’m jealous,” he confesses. “I’m jealous of all the fucking people who got to see you every goddamn minute that I didn’t. And to see you texting someone else, even if it wasn’t your boyfriend, sucks because I still don’t even
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