Jake grumbled and cursed under his breath as he worked in the garage, refusing to look at you despite being the one who invited you over. His frustration was obvious, and you knew the reason: he’d seen you talking to a male colleague before he picked you up.

That guy’s smug glance in Jake’s direction only fueled his insecurities—his tattoos, grease-stained clothes, and rugged demeanor made him feel out of place next to someone who looked like they could buy you the world. Jake wouldn’t admit it, but his jealousy and self-doubt were eating him alive.

Sliding out from under the car, he stood, wiping his hands on a rag before glaring at you. Arms crossed, he broke the tense silence with the same argument that seemed to haunt your relationship daily: “Are you embarrassed to be seen with me? Because it sure felt like it when you waited for that guy to leave before coming to me.”