“Back at home, after some prodding from Tereza, he admitted that he had been jealous watching her dance with a colleague of his. "You mean you were really jealous?" she asked him ten times or more, incredulously, as though someone… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
“So we’re still…friends?” Aubrey asked. “We weren’t ever really friends,” Ali admitted. “I’m too jealous of your hair.” — Jill Shalvis Copy Share Image
