“That guy you were talking to downstairs was a waste of your fucking time,” he rasps. “I hate him.” Understanding dawns, and my spine straightens. I wet my lips, and his eyes follow the path of my tongue. “You were jealous,” I whisper. “Of course I was fucking jealous. He had your attention. And I’m fucking desperate for it.” “I’m not down there with him. I’m up here with you. What are you going to do about it?”
