“Were you pissed at seeing me with a man because you think it’s wrong or were you jealous, damn it!” “Both!” The side of his fist met the counter, rattling the dish rack. “All of the goddamn above! I was shamefaced and angry at myself for wanting you. Pissed because you being with a man is wrong, if that man isn’t me. Jealous because the only set of hands that should be setting your body on fire are mine.”
