A Jealous Confession

He whips me around to face him, but he does it so quickly that I’m slammed into his chest. I look up into his eyes and there’s liquid fire burning within. Rage doesn’t describe

what I see. “You won’t be doing that.”

“Only if you admit that you’re jealous.”

He breathes deep, looks away from me and to nothing in particular and then back to me. “Fine. I am jealous. Is that what you want me to say? No