Stephanie’s POV
The apartment was quiet, the distant sounds of the city muted by the closed windows.
I settled onto the couch while Chris walked to the kitchen counter and dropped his keys into a bowl.
For several moments, neither of us spoke.
He paced the living room before finally stopping in front of me.
“I’m sorry I ruined the night,” he said, his voice calmer now. “When I saw him dancing with you, it wasn’t just the dance. It was the way he looked at you and touched you, like he was entitled to your attention. I lost my temper. I know it wasn’t fair to let my anger spill over that way. But I don’t like being challenged over what’s mine.”
“Being jealous doesn’t excuse what you did,” I said. “If we’re going to do this, you can’t lose control every time another man looks at me.”
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