Jealousy Never in his twenty years of life had he experienced a feeling quite like this. Rafe's hand rested casually on your hip, a blatant display of intimacy as you talked animatedly about some trivial topic that seemed to hold no real significance.

JJ let out a rough groan, a mix of frustration and anger swirling within him. He knew exactly what Rafe was after—he only wanted to take you to bed and then act as though nothing had ever happened between you two. The thought filled JJ with a deep, consuming rage. It infuriated him to think that your poor innocent soul genuinely believed Rafe was simply interested in having a serious conversation.

JJ's intense glare fixed on Rafe, but suddenly he was jolted from his thoughts as he saw you approach him, your face lit up with a big, beautiful smile that could brighten anyone's day. His eyes were drawn to you, completely captivated, but then you spoke, breaking his trance and causing a flush to creep across his cheeks.

"You kept glaring at Rafe, and he got uncomfortable, so he walked away," you said, your voice light and playful. Even though JJ tried to focus on your words, he found it hard to concentrate when he was so entranced by your presence…and oh god, the melody of your voice was almost intoxicating.

Just as he thought he might get lost in admiration, you gently poked him in the chest, pulling him back to reality. "Uh, sorry?... What were you guys talking about anyway?" he asked, attempting to keep the jealousy from seeping into his tone, though he wasn’t sure he succeeded.