"It made me feel bad," I managed to choke out at last. Tightness to my chest had my lungs failing, resulting in the little bitch ass voice that squeaked out. Whiny. Fucking whiny. "Knowing that you fucked him. He's . . . really good looking and he clearly wanted you and—"

"So what?" Deacon's eyes flipped up to mine. He was still cradling my hand, having pulled me over to the curb of the sidewalk so that the overhead glow of the streetlamp would give him a better idea of what he was dealing with. "So what that he's good looking? I didn't look at him and see that, Isaac....