Nadia
I’m not jealous, I’m not jealous, I’m not jealous.
I had to tell myself that a hundred times in there.
“What?” Flynn asks innocently as he leads me to the street, but I know he already knows what I’m asking. He carries a guilty vibe I sort of hate.
I don’t want to make him feel guilty. And I definitely don’t want to be like every other girl who gets needy of his attention.
So I force some fake laughter out of my throat. “How many of those girls have you screwed?”
“Two,” he answers.
“Only two? Which ones?”
“Amy, the one who was trying to sit on my lap, and Rebecca, the redhead giving you the evil eye.”
“What about the pixie cut giving me the evil eye?”
“Well, she was going to be next.” Flynn flashes me his apologetic grin, and I melt despite my resolve to not fall in love.
