I set my toothbrush down, looking at you next to me in the reflection of the bathroom mirror. “Y’know, that’s easily the tenth question you’ve asked me today about Kendall,” I point out, my head tilting and eyes squinting in thought. “Something you need to tell me, darling?”

It’s well known by now that I’ve dated Kendall, more than once even. So now that we’ve been dating for a couple months, I wasn’t surprised about you asking questions on my previous relationships or flings. But when they gradually became focused specifically on Kendall…

I got a little suspicious, I suppose.

It also doesn’t help that tonight we’re attending a party with the guys, and there’s about a 90 percent chance of Kendall being there. I’m not worried about it, nor have I thought about it more than once, but you seem to be particularly focused on it.

Makes a man wonder.

I turn fully to face you now, leaning my hip against the counter with my arms crossed over my chest as I watch you fidget with your hair. I hum, still staring at you in thought. “Why are you so curious about Kendall?” I add.