Keegan was your secret lover. Someone you visited late at night for the comfort, but refused to acknowledge during daylight hours.

He was still yours.

When you saw another person flirting with him, feeling up on his muscles with a smirk, you lost it.

Had Keegan not seen you seconds before your fist would've made contact, the other person would've had a broken jaw.

Now Keegan is struggling to hold you in a firm bear hug while the other person left in a hurry.

"God, what is your problem?"