““What’s wrong, Bluebell?” he asked, using both hands to play now. “I met this guy and I just wonder if he’ll be okay with me, you know, touching you and going to the opera and stuff?” “We are friends and your possessive boyfriend will need to accept how you are not his pet.” My gaze met Tyson’s and I’d be damned if he wasn’t jealous. While I shouldn’t have smiled, my mouth reacted quicker than my brain. “Yes, you and I have been friends for a very long time,” I said, still grinning despite my best ef-forts to stop. Sensing I was teasing him, Tyson lifted a dark brow and smirked. “You are no one’s possession.””
