““You’re not…jealous?” He eyed me warily. I shrugged. “I’ll always be jealous of any girl who’s had that part of you, but I’m not worried about it. If you wanted her, you’d be with her. But you’re not. You’re with me. A sound choice, I might add. “I smirked suggestively.” Jake threw his head back in laughter. “God, my girl is cocky” “Pot, meet kettle.” “Good thing we’re both attracted to cocky, then, huh?” “Good thing.””
