“Jealous? Jealous?” Felix scoffs, shaking his head as he lets out a laugh before looking right back at you. “You think I’m fucking jealous of him? I’m telling you, something is wrong with that man.” He protests.

You were Venetia’s friend for quite a while, practically a family member at this point. When you started to see your current boyfriend, an unexplainable jealousy consumed him—though he’d never admit it—chalked up to his overprotectiveness instincts.