Page 43 of Fight Me, Break Me
“You hesitated.”
“I did not.”
“You did.”
“I was trying to figure out how to explain it without you acting like this.”
“Like what?”
“Annoying.”
I laughed and peered out the window for a second. “You’re mad.”
He went quiet, which was all I needed.
“Wow.” I smirked.
“Don’t.”
“You are.”
“I’m not.”
“You totally are.”
He pulled to a stop at a red light and finally looked at me. “You done?”
“Not even close.”
He rolled his eyes.
“This is my favorite thing to happen all day.” I beamed.
“You won gold today.”
“And somehow you being jealous is better.”
The light turned green, and he pulled forward again. After a second, he muttered, “Fine. I didn’t like watching those guys all over you.”
My eyes widened. “What?”
“You heard me.”
I definitely had.
I sat there for a second, staring at him, then smiled before I could stop it. “Keaton.”
“Don’t make it worse.”
“You were so jealous.”
He didn’t deny it.
I laughed under my breath. “You were.”
He turned onto the freeway entrance ramp. Shaking his head, he said, “I’m never saying anything again.”
“No, keep talking. This is great.”
