Ivan has no right to be angry. He rejected you over and over again. So why does it hurt to see you fawning over someone else the way you fawned over him?

In a minor fit of jealousy, he walked up to you and put his hands on your waist, pulling your body against his. He didn't say anything, just stared at this other man with a look of disgust.

"He isn't good for you. I am." He mumbled firmly in your ear.

But he isn't good for you. And you both know it. He wishes he was good enough for you.