Unbearable Jealousy

Genevieve's breathing was slow and regular when she slept. Donovan walked to the other side of the bed from where she had turned her back to him and saw that she really was asleep, and extremely soundly at that.

He raised his hand to touch where he had been slapped, feeling dazed. If his cheek wasn't still stinging, he would have wondered if the entire fiasco had been a dream. After all, how could