“You’re jealous,” Constantino hummed, leaning closer to me while Sage showed her friend out of her apartment.
friend Sage had never mentioned her before. Was she the reason that Sage hadn’t wanted to spend time with me today? Had she gone to the coffee shop to see her?
And she had brought this Poppy to an art festival?
Poppy “I’m not jealous,” I whispered. “There’s nothing to be jealous about. You’re mine.”
Constantino chuckled, which made me angrier. “I’m not talking about me.”
“It was nice meeting you,” Poppy said, waving from the front door.
I pursed my lips together and forced myself to smile at her because I wasn’t jealous.
Not me. If I were, that’d mean I had feelings for Sage. And I couldn’t.
“It was nice meeting you too,” I ground out through my teeth.
As soon as Sage clos
