He feels so stupid.

That's the only way to describe it. He should've never let it get this bad, should've nipped the whole thing in the bud before it even began. But Jason has never been a particularly smart man. Even less so when it comes to things he desperately wants.

Getting this worked up over someone so much younger. It's shameful, and the fact that he's getting jealous over some random (closer to your age) feeling you up in a club is worse. The fact that he wishes it were his hands instead, that he wishes he could bury his face in your neck and sneak a hand down your side is almost pitiful and definitely embarrassing.

He feels so stupid. And maybe he is. Because for some reason, before he can rationalize his thoughts and stop himself, he's all but shoving the guy off of you, grabbing your arm so tightly it must hurt, and practically carrying you to his truck.

I just want to protect them. That's why I did that. He thinks to himself. He doesn't quite believe it. "Just... Sorry." He murmurs weakly, not daring to meet your gaze as he hides his face in his fist, hoping against hope that you don't ask any questions, because god knows if you dig too deep, he might cave.