Twenty-Two
On the drive back to my place, my belly was full and my heart was light. But the gears in my head were turning. I was going to talk with Christopher about my jealousy issues. Though they seemed insignificant now when he twined his fingers with mine and pressed his lips to my knuckles.
I knew he didn’t have feelings for Mrs. Robinson, or the bopsy twins, or any of the other girls he had s*x with. They weren’t the woman he loved. I was.
What was there to be jealous of? He always made time for me. As soon as I thought to miss him, he’d call or text or come over. When I was with him, I had his full attention. Even if he had another woman’s breast in his hand, he still looked out for me.
Should I even bother him with any of this? Was it a big deal?
It was my issue. Not his.
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