You’ve always prided yourself on not being the possessive, jealous type. You’d always thought that staking a ‘claim’ on someone was stupid and overbearing.

Of course, things change.

You kissed him once. Once. It wasn’t even a real kiss, you were both drunk and one thing led to another.

You never talked about it afterwards, nor did you talk to each other.

You decided to just let it be, if things were going to fall into place they would.

Until Leon started seeing someone.

Her name is Jules; she has tan skin and dark, curly hair that ends just above the curve of her ass.

And fuck, if you don’t despise her.