“You did that on purpose.” I lift my eyebrows, standing up right beside him. “Did what?” “You made it seem like you dated him.” “Because you sounded jealous,” I say, propping my hands on my hips. “Which makes zero sense, since we aren’t dating and you said you don’t do relationships.” “I was not jealous,” Nathan grumbles, but the deepening color in his cheeks says something different.
