“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.”
