When he says it like that, it makes me feel almost guilty for holding that piece of my life away from him. But it's not me that I'm concerned about. "But I don't want to know what you do and who you do it with." My little heart won't be able to handle that.
"Why not?" he asks.
"I just don't," I answer.
"Jealousy?" he inquires but in a casual voice. It's not teasing, so I don't feel a need to lie.
"Yeah," I respond.
"Well, I don't plan on doing anything with anyone so I think we're good," he responds.
"Yeah, I don't either," I tell him.
"So are we good now?" he asks me.
"Yes," I respond. "I'm sorry again."
"It's okay. You can't help it. You've said it yourself, I'm good looking," he jokes, which gets a laugh from me. "You can't help but throw yourself at me."
"You egg me on," I ex
