(Noah)
I punched the bed, wanting something stronger to drink. I hated feeling like this, restless and wound up with nowhere to put it. I got up and went to the kitchen and poured two fingers of whiskey and stood at the counter and drank half of it without tasting it.
The glass came down harder than I intended. The jealousy hadn't gone anywhere. If anything sitting in the dark had made it worse.
I thought about the way he had leaned toward her when he spoke and something in me pulled tight in a way I couldn't talk down. Not the subtle kind of tight that you could breathe through and move past. The kind that sat in your chest and stayed there and reminded you every few minutes that it hadn't gone anywhere. I finished the drink and set the glass in the sink.
I wanted to hit something. Th
