A Taste of Jealousy

Vance carefully sat beside her, wiping the sweat from her forehead and smoothing her furrowed brow.

In her sleep, Celine reached for his hand, pulling it close against her chest and holding on tight.

Frowning, he kicked off his shoes and slipped under the covers with her, wrapping her in his arms.

Only then did he realize how cold she was beneath the blankets—shivering all over.

He kissed her fore