“I was jealous,” he admits. Spencer opens his eyes and crooks a wily half-smile. “Doesn’t look too good on me, does it? All this jealousy?” “I’d be worried about you if you weren’t jealous,” I whisper back, wanting to kiss him so bad my lips hurt. “I mean, if you were dating another girl … let alone multiple girls—identical twins, no less—I’d lose my shit. I couldn’t do it; it’d break me.” “Break you?” he says, and then chuckles, his cedar and hyssop smell taking over me. “It’d take a lot more than that to break you, Chuck-let.”
