“Jealousy mixed with arousal, and a little bit of pride slithered through me. I was the one fucking him, he wasn’t wearing underwear because of me, and it was clear he was enjoying making me jealous. It was working, but… — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
when however small a measure of jealousy is mixed with misunderstanding, there is always going to be trouble. — John Irving Copy Share Image
