Mark of Jealousy

I sit on his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. He brings a hand around my body.

"Hold on, the door isn’t locked," I point out, "and the windows are open."

"Don’t worry, she can’t see us from there, and Myra won’t come in without my permission," he explains.

I pull away and look at him. "Are you sure?"

He nods. I press my lips to his forehead and hold him again.

"It hasn’t been easy, has it?" H