Possession is easy.

Love is where he draws the line.

—-

“Martin, Martin, Martin,” Alex muttered, slowly pacing forward, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his coat. He wasn’t angry. That would’ve made this bearable. He was smiling, a composed and smug smile. His voice dripped with a lazy amusement that made my skin crawl.

Martin scoffed, tilting his chin slightly.

“The great Alex,” he said with a sneer. “Was that little circus you just performed really necessary?”

Alex raised a brow. “Which part exactly? The touching? The kissing?” He leaned his head back, then tilted it toward me. “The part where I reminded my wife how much...