Arabella

My cheeks burned in embarrassment at the realization that I might be jealous. What I felt for Six was not just mere attraction as I had thought.

It wasn’t just sexual tension; it was strong enough to make me, a grown woman, burst into tears in the middle of a party because he was talking to another girl.

Could it be my hormones? Or my period? Or my ovulation? What girly disaster was responsible for my new behavior?

I walked away from them, putting as much distance as I could between us, but that didn’t stop me from stealing glances at them every now and then.

I gulped down...