“I didn't say that. You did." She ran her hand through my hair. “But it was the first time I'd seen him since I broke up with him." She explained a little more about that but then added something more. “I do remember you being jealous, though," she said, looking up at me all whimsically. “Whose bike did I get on that had you seeing red?"
Feeling my brows shoot up in reaction, I searched her eyes some more. There was only one time when this happened, and I made sure it never did again. “You remember that?"
“I had a visual just today when I realized I couldn't stomach him touching or kissing me anymore, not after this weekend." Going tense again as what she just said sunk in, I felt her fingers caress the side of my head, and just like that, I was able to breathe easily again. “Whose bike?
