Boiling Point

Shutting my bedroom door behind me did nothing to extinguish the jealousy burning in my chest since we left that party. Maeve had already sworn she had no feelings left for him, yet the bare fact that the two of them used to have a history was messing with my head. Why it got under my skin this badly made zero sense. I had no right to be jealous of her past, yet I couldn't stop the way I felt.