Not So Smart

"Explain what?" I ask, playing dumb. I do regret a tiny bit how I lost my shit like that in front of him. It wasn't very wise of me.

Elliot steps back to close the door before walking closer, without taking his eyes off me. Oh, god. Here we go.

"Why do you even care if that ugly alien slept with your ex," he spits, and I almost laugh, but I control it.

"Because she's my best friend. Fake and all, but still my best friend, and she knew Dario was sacred because he's my first love... my only love before you," I explain, trying to make it as clear as possible so he doesn't get mad, but failing. His eyes narrow even more and he moves closer to me, his scent getting heavy, like when he gets jealous, "Not that I'm still in love with Dario or anything, because I'm not. But he's still mine and..."

"He’s not yours anymore, Angie,” he interrupts, gluing his body to mine and getting his hand in my hair to pull on it. Now I have look at his angry face directly.

I hate it how wet I get when he mi