“Nice try.” Jonathan folds his arms over his chest.
“Ugh, myfeelings for you, okay??” I groan, jaw set, stomach wrenching.
His brows jump and he mouths, “Wow…”
“I fucking knew it!” Rook grunts.
“That’s hot,” Ren whispers.
“Jesus, por favor, kill me now…” I pinch the bridge of my nose.
“So, now, when you sayfeelings…” Simon croons wickedly.
“Really doesn’t concern you,” I seethe.
“He’s right,” Jonathan sneers. “I think I’d like some clarification on exactly what that means.”
“You know damn well what it means,” I snap, fuckingboilingunder my skin.
“But there areso manyfeelings…” He smirks. “Which ones specifically had you acting alllocofor ya boy?”
“Alright, wise ass. Listen up, because I’m only gonna say this once,” I hiss, stomping up to him. “Yes, it’s true that Imayhave experienced some minute emotional or physical attraction to you over the years. Andyes, it might have caused me to lash out at you and treat you like a pet, because I enjoyed having you as one, and you were one of the more stubborn and infuriating examples of a person who both loves being tamed and resists it vehemently, which just so happens to be one of my kinks, I guess… But that doesn’t mean I wasin lovewith you, or that I wanted todateyou or some bullshit.
“I’m not standing outside your window with a boombox. I’m not racing through the airport to catch you at the gate. No swelling music, no kissing in the rain, it was a fuckingfluke, and it really meant very little in the grand scheme of sensations, so… whatever.”
Sucking in a deep breath, I focus on regaining my composure, because I really feel like getting all worked up is only proving his point further. And he’s already lookingexceedinglysmug right now.
“Oh my God, he’s crushin’hard!” Hancock cackles.
“For real,” Jasper gasps, grinning. “Turns out there is a person in there… and he’s gotI heart Velletattooed on his ass.”
“Right next to your mom’s name,” I grumble under my breath.
“I have to say, this is satisfying as fuck,” Jonathan sighs, looking me up and down. “You know, you could’ve just bought me flowers instead of, you know, making my life miserable.”
I know he’s teasing, for the most part, but there’s some truth to that last bit, and it stirs up remorse, and guilt, with the already flaring frustration.
I growl, “Oh, trust me, I could’ve done a lot worse—”
Jonathan leans in closer to my face, effectively cutting off my threat.
I can’t help how my eyes widen. It just happens. I’m caught off-guard by his proximity for the first time in weeks.
“Heel, your highness,” he hums with a wicked curve to his lips.
And because I’m being cajoled into submission by my true love, I grit my teeth and back down.
“Sorry,” I grunt petulantly.
A fewwhoopsandoh snap’sfrom the audience have me wincing.
Jonathan stares at me for a moment, losing a bit of the arrogance to his apparent fascination. Interesting, considering that I feel like from the outside, it wassuperobvious.
“Were you jealous of me and Joy?” He asks curiously.
“Yes,” I grumble.
“Is that why you wanted me to stop dating her?”
