“Come on, Seb. Don’t be like that. It’s a party, we all do crazy shit. You clearly don’t want her or you wouldn’t be standing here with me while she’s got her tongue down Theo’s throat.” “When did I say I wanted her? All I said was that I don’t want you,” I say, my voice cold and lacking any kind of emotion despite the jealousy that wants to bubble to the surface. “You should leave.”
