“Don’t be jealous, baby.” “I am not.” “Well, I am.” “Of who?” “Fucking Clara and everyone who saw you naked.” “You need help.” I suppress a smile. “You’re the one who’s had more sex than me.” “Yeah, but I’ve never had a relationship and I don’t feel fucking murderous about them like I do with you.” My lips part and I clear my throat. “My relationships were a façade. I never…cared about them.” “And you care about me?” “Shut up.” I wiggle free of his hold. “I’m going to sleep.” “Wait for me!”
