“None of your business,” I replied with a huff. I pushed him back into his seat. “Why are you acting like you’re jealous?”
He leaned back over to my side. “Because I am!”
The words rang inside the minivan, as did his labored breaths.
That made me look at him, and I meantreallylook at him.
It wasn’t the first time Clay had gotten possessive of me, but I never thought much of it. We’d been so close for so long that I kinda took it as par for the course.
I’d been so focused on my own feelings for him that I never dared think about his actions. But now, seeing him frantic like this, his eyes almost red from his craze, and Jones’ words echoing in my ears, I wondered if I’d really been so blind all this time.
“He told me you had feelings for me, too,” I said, thinking maybe there was some truth in those words after all.
Chapter Seventeen
CLAY
“…you have feelings for me, too.”
Dan’s words were a slap to the face.
Too?
What did he mean,too?
That implied that someone else also had feelings for Dan, and the only other person in that room earlier was Jones.
Fuck.
It all made sense now.
The reason why Dan was acting so weird around Jones lately. Why they were in his roomalone.
Maybe if the rage wasn’t clouding my thoughts, I’d realize that my friend Jones would never cheat, especially when he’d been cheated on himself.
Right now, though, all I could think about was how tightly Jones hugged Dan, and how fuckingsmughe looked doing so.
“Clay? Clay!”
Dan shook me when I didn’t respond.
“Are you angry?” he asked quietly. He was apprehensive as he studied my expression.
I was still too pissed off to form words, so I grunted. Which wasjustgreat. A strapping, intellectual man like Jones versus someone who only knew how to make mildly suggestive noises.
The choice was obvious.
“No need to get so offended,” Dan said with a snort, but he couldn’t mask the hurt that flashed through his eyes before he faced his window.
That was a quiet splash of cold water over my rage.
“What did I do wrong?” I asked, trying to turn him back toward me. He resisted. It wasn’t until I said, “Look at me, please,” that he finally relented and faced me with his chin in the air. Dan was handsome even when he looked so stubborn and prideful.
He let out an angry huff. “You don’t have to get so offended by someone thinking you might have feelings for me.”
“Is that why you think I’m mad?” I asked, genuinely shocked.
“Is it not? What other reason could there be?” he asked, now sounding unsure of himself.
