So angry and jealousy

Weston and I were all smiles as we rode the elevator back up to reality. There was something in the air between us that was palpable and sizzling. Neither of us spoke and we stayed at a fair distance from each other, but the tug of our bodies had made it clear that there was this invisible rope tying us together.

The doors finally slid open and we stepped out. There was a huge grin still on my face and I didn't care who saw it. But then Weston shoved me back into the elevator as he looked at me with a stone expression. "Shit. Isadora is standing at my door. Just stay in here for a second and then come out."

He was clearly nervous that she might see us together and I knew we had this agreement between all of us, but I couldn't stop the jealous and hurt feeling that gnawed at my stomach. He didn't want to be seen with me and now I wondered what he'd do next. Obviously, we never discussed what was going on between us but there was no denying the desire and lust we shared today. Would he