MAYA

I felt a surge of heat crawl up my neck. It wasn't jealousy; it was humiliation. Two minutes ago, he was talking about baby-making practice. Now, he was being devoured by someone else right in front of me.

I didn't stay on the floor. I pushed myself up, my palms stinging from the impact. I wiped my hands on my skirt, my eyes burning with a promise of payback.

I cleared my throat, but they didn't break apart immediately. I didn't care.

“So much for looking ahead to baby-making practice,” I announced.

Isabella finally pulled back. She turned her head slowly, looking at me with a squinted gaze as...