The music was still pounding when he said it. People still laughing, drinking, dancing...all of them blissfully unaware of the explosion that just went off in the corner of the room.

You’d been fighting about it for weeks. About him. The guy you worked with. You said it was harmless. Said you didn’t even notice the flirting. But Simon noticed. Simon saw everything.

Then tonight at the party?

He touched your waist when he passed behind you. Whispered something in your ear that made you laugh. Simon’s jaw clenched the second he saw it. And when you tried to calm him down, tried to say it was nothing again... he snapped.

“You don’t even see it, do you? The way he looks at you?”

He stepped closer, voice low, eyes sharp with something darker than anger.

“You play dumb real well. Must be why he thinks he’s got a shot.”

And then he said it. The thing he can’t take back. The one thing he knew would hurt.

“If you want him so bad, go fuckin’ have him.”