ROMAN
Jealousy.
That was a foreign concept to me. I didn't feel silly things like jealousy, but as I stood there and watched Kaidora drive around the field with another man sitting behind her, that silly thing burned my chest so much it was hard to breathe.
As I watched her smile and laugh, it left a foul taste in my mouth. Why does he get to make her laugh, and I can't? Why does he have to be sitting behind her and not me? And why the f**k did I insist I could stay away? Right now, as this foreign feeling consumes me, what I said last night sounded like rubbish to me.
Jude adjusts something on the handlebars, and my fists clenched as I imagined my hand there instead. Mine, and not f*****g his. She smiled again, and my breath became fast.
I was so damn sick of sacrificing for other
