Don’t say it, Keelani. Don’t you dare. But the words squeaked out anyway. “Two years?” He put his hands in his pockets. “Yep. Coming up on two and a half.” Jesus, why did that hurt so much? “Is she your girlfriend?” “Does it matter?” He lifted a brow. “No.” Yes. “Then why ask the question?” “I don’t know. You brought it up.” “Bullshit.” He rolled his eyes like he still knew me. “You’re as jealous as I am.”
