âIf itâs not that, then whatâs up?â he asked.
âIââ I stopped and sighed, knowing my next words would make me sound bad.
âYou what?â he prodded.
And since open communication had always been what made our friendship so good, I decided to stay true to that. âI guess I just didnât like seeing you flirting with Addison today.â I turned away from the window to look at him. âLike, I know I have no right to care since weâre just friends butâŚâ
âI know,â he said in a low voice, his green-eyed gaze flickering to mine through his long lashes.
âYou do?â My throat tightened.
âYou donât think I ever get jealous of the guys you talk to at school?â he asked. âThat even though you said youâre only going with Xander because your dad arranged it, Iâm not still jealous youâll be dancing with someone else all night?â
âYouâre jealous?â Why does that make me feel so much better?
He glanced down at the floor briefly, as if weighing whether to say something or not. Then, looking back at me with barely veiled pain in his eyes, he said, âIâm not the one who broke up with you.â
|