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When in a relationship, a real man doesn't make his woman jealous of others, he makes others jealous of his woman.
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Steve Maraboli (Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience)
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Men always complained I had a lot of boyfriends. I never agreed, or disagreed. I was too busy kissing to care. I disapproved of jealous complainers and had not an opinion on their opinion of me.
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Coco J. Ginger
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My problem is I can think whatever I think—girl power, solidarity, Gloria Steinem rah rah rah — but I still feel the way I feel.
Which is jealous. And pissy about little things.
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E. Lockhart (The Boyfriend List: 15 Guys, 11 Shrink Appointments, 4 Ceramic Frogs and Me, Ruby Oliver (Ruby Oliver, #1))
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Good dog," Nick said. "That's one of the tricks I've taught him, shaking water on girls so they back into my arms."
"Really! How smart of Rocky - and you, of course."
"That's another thing I've been wanting to tell you," he said, turning me to face him. "I'm tired of getting jealous of my dog. I mean, he has nice eyes, but so do I."
I looked from Rocky's golden eyes to Nick's laughing green ones.
"I didn't enjoy the way Rocky got to stick close to you while I played Holly's boyfriend. He's going to have some competition from now on."
"Oh, yeah? Are you good at retrieving sticks?"
"I'm good at stealing kisses," Nick said, then proved it.
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Elizabeth Chandler (Dark Secrets 1 (Dark Secrets, #1-2))
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Poetry is jealous of you tonight,
for as soon as I come
to pen a few words,
your perfume attacks me
in the most civilised manner
and I forget myself.
I forget the poem.
I forget the ...
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Kamand Kojouri
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I give Hunter shit, but what he did was brave. Kissing his boyfriend on TV like that. And the speech at the awards.”
“It was. It really…made me hopeful. That things might be changing.”
Ilya shot the puck back to Shane. “It made me jealous,” he admitted.
Shane laughed. "You wanna kiss me on television?"
"Yes. After I win the Stanley cup."
Shane spread his arms out. "Oh, so in this scenario, you've just defeated me?"
"Yes. Sorry."
“I’m not going to be in the mood to kiss you if I’ve just lost the Stanley Cup, Rozanov.”
“But you would be so proud of me!
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Rachel Reid (Heated Rivalry (Game Changers #2))
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He's really jealous, Ybon said rather weakly. Just have him meet me, Oscar said. I make all boyfriends feel better about themselves.
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Junot Díaz (The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao)
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When was the last time you were kissed?" he went on easily. "And I'm not talking about the dry, noncommittal, meaningless kiss you forget about as soon as it's over."
I scrambled out of my stupor long enough to quip, "Like last night's kiss?"
He cocked an eyebrow. "That so? I wonder, then, why you moaned my name after you drifted to sleep."
"I did not!"
"If only I'd had a video recorder. When was the last time you were really kissed?" he repeated.
"You seriously think I'm going to tell you?"
"Your ex?" he guessed.
"And if he was?"
"Was it your ex who taught you to be ashamed and uncomfortable with intimacy? He took from you what he wanted, but never seemed to be around when you wanted something back, isn't that right? What do you want, Britt?" he asked me point-blank.
"Do you really want to pretend like last night never happened?"
"Whatever happened between me and Calvin isn't your business,” I fired back.
"For your information, he was a really great boyfriend. I-I wish I was with him right now!" I exclaimed untruthfully. My careless comment made him flinch, but he recovered quickly.
"Does he love you?"
"What?" I said, flustered.
"If you know him so well, it shouldn't be a hard question. Is he in love with you? Was he ever in love with you?"
I tossed my head back haughtily. "I know what you're doing. You're trying to cut him down because you're-you're jealous of him!"
"You're damn right I'm jealous,” he growled. "When I kiss a girl, I like to know she's thinking about me, not the fool who gave her up.
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Becca Fitzpatrick (Black Ice)
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You, me, together,” he said, his teeth nipping at my earlobe. “Permanently, being as clingy and possessive, jealous, space-invading boyfriend and girlfriend as we want, because this is happening. We are so fucking happening together. Whether you like it or not, you’re mine...just as I’ve been yours for years. So...do you got all that?” - Brandt
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Linda Kage (Priceless (Forbidden Men, #8))
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Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked.
"Huh?" Why would he ask her that?
"A big, mean-as-fuck, jealous guy who will break my neck with his bare hands if he knew I touched you?"
Toni shook her head.
"A raging case of herpes?"
"Of course not!"
"You're not making this any easier on me.
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Olivia Cunning (Insider (Exodus End, #1))
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You told me, girlfriend. Will your boyfriend be jealous we're tossing bitchy banter back and forth?
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Lorelei James (All Jacked Up (Rough Riders #8))
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Seeing no better jobs on the horizon than flipping hamburgers with so much grease it would make Portugal, Italy, and Spain jealous, I decided to go back to school. It reminds me of something Zelda’s mom told her in November 2007: “Some people flip condos and make millions. Your boyfriend couldn’t even flip burgers and make minimum wage.
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Jarod Kintz (Gosh, I probably shouldn't publish this.)
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Some people are each holding on to a lover of theirs who no longer loves them and/or who they no longer love, only because they do not want to have a reason or another reason to be jealous of the person who would eventually be their lover if they let go of them.
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Mokokoma Mokhonoana
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Because he has finally realized that it is it and not him that is loved by the woman he loves, many a man is jealous of his own car, house, wardrobe, or salary.
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Mokokoma Mokhonoana
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He doesn't object to her sexualization, he just wants to be in control of it, and he wants it oriented towards his gratification. His demand that she not show off her body is not based on the viewpoint of a responsible parent but rather is more like the attitude of a jealous boyfriend.
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Lundy Bancroft (Why Does He Do That? Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men)
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Not jealous, because in his mind, he had the girl, so why waste ill feelings on some guy who clearly didn’t?
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Cate Lawley (Tickle the Dragon's Tail (Night Shift Witch, #3))
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Effortlessly homey and grown up and shit, leaving me jealous and intimidated and weirdly yearny.
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Alexis Hall (Boyfriend Material (London Calling, #1))
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We were jealous, imagining a boyfriend who wanted you so bad he broke the law.
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Emma Cline
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I want my relationship with my future boyfriend to be built on trust, not in alcohol , not in the appearance , and in jealous eyes
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zwaantje nacion
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With books, you can have as many boyfriends as you want, and no one gets upset, jealous or calls you out for cheating. It’s a win-win.
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J.B. Morgan (Holly Lane)
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There were dead kids on the news all the time and school shootings and jealous boyfriends and abusive parents and texting and driving and a million other things,
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Aric Davis (Tunnel Vision)
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Get real, my friend. If this is a crime scene and if the girl is attractive, her looks could have something to do with why she was murdered. A former husband. A jealous boyfriend.
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Dean Koontz (The Forbidden Door (Jane Hawk, #4))
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I wasn’t stupid. I realized that I was preventing her from being around her sister and her parents. Her boyfriend. I was banishing her from everything she knew.
From a comfortable future.
From money and opportunity.
From family Christmases and blue-eyed kids with Dean, who was oh-so-fucking enchanted with her.
From love.
I was ruining her life.
Because. I. Was. Jealous.
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L.J. Shen (Vicious (Sinners of Saint, #1))
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I’m twenty-four, a first grade teacher, have a Yorkie named Pedro, a goldfish named Fish, have never had sex, or a serious boyfriend, and I’m the town lesbian who pukes when she sees a pussy. Nothing really to be jealous of at all.
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H.J. Bellus (The Big O)
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You need to give me a break. I’m an eighteen-year-old girl, and you’re my first boyfriend . . . and you just happen to be stupidly hot. So what if I get petty and jealous?” She shrugged. “I’m allowed. I bet if a guy looked at me like that, you’d probably feel the same.”
I let her words sink in before speaking. “A, if a guy looked at you in any way, I’d probably beat his ass. B, I didn’t know I was your boyfriend.”
Her eyes went wide. “I just assumed—”
“Good,” I interrupted. “Assume away, girlfriend.
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Jay McLean (Where the Road Takes Me)
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I focus on my favorite daydream, the one where I return from London at the end of the summer and am all glamorous and drop-dead gorgeous and every girl in my school is completely jealous when Quinn McKeyan asks me to Fall Homecoming because he can’t resist my charm.
Hey, it’s my daydream. I can dream what I want to.
The thing is, Quinn’s face keeps getting replaced in my head by Dante’s.
Since I’ve had a mad crush on Quinn from the time we started kindergarten all the way through our junior year last year, that’s saying something.
Every daydream I’ve had for eleven years has been of him. I’m a very loyal daydreamer. And I suddenly feel like I’m cheating on my imaginary boyfriend, a boy who happens to be real, but who has been dating my best friend Becca for the past two years. And no. Becca has no idea that I’m secretly in love with her boyfriend. It’s the one secret that I’ve kept from her.
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Courtney Cole (Dante's Girl (The Paradise Diaries, #1))
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She lifts her chin and turns to sear me with a look. “I don’t do PDA. Ever.”
“Not even for your big, grumpy, jealous boyfriend?”
“Not at a business conference.” She gives her head a shake. “There are other ways to act like a couple without pawing each other.”
I laugh out loud. “Pawing? I kissed you on your stubborn, bossy head. If there were pawing, you’d know. I could demonstrate later, if you want. No pressure.
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Sarina Bowen (Moonlighter (The Company, #1))
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We've only known each other for what, six hours now." I teased. "Surely you have friends?"
"Well, I just want to get to know you." He smiled a cute lopsided grin.
"Maybe I really don't like music."
He bent forward. "Everyone does."
"Maybe I don't like boys." I winked.
"Ahh, that would be a shame if that were true!" He chuckled. "But I don't think that to be the case."
"Maybe I have jealous boyfriend who wouldn't appreciate me sitting here with a handsome Brit right now.
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Tania Penn (The Morning Star)
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She must have been jealous,” Zita said. “Of course, I hope she feels more secure now. I’ve moved on. I have a new boyfriend. I’m happy now.” “That’s great,” I said, recognizing the rule that, once you had a new boyfriend, you were happy.
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Elif Batuman (Either/Or)
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On Religion - I compare the god of the Christian bible to a psychotic, jealous girlfriend. Who else but a crazy girlfriend would demand that a man mutilate his penis as a sign that he loves her? Who else but a crazy boyfriend would do it?!
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Marsha Hinds
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Male sexual jealousy is the leading cause of the murder of adult women, accounting for between 50 and 70 percent of all such homicides.8 Police know this. When women are murdered, the prime suspects are boyfriends, husbands, ex-boyfriends, and ex-husbands. Although jealousy sometimes motivates women to murder, only 3 percent of murdered men are killed by their romantic partners or exes, and many of these female-perpetrated homicides are women defending themselves against a jealously violent man.
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David M. Buss (When Men Behave Badly: The Hidden Roots of Sexual Deception, Harassment, and Assault)
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Spring was becoming summer, not yet the oppressive heat of July and August, but sweaty days that were harbingers. Of course, now we had the modern conveniences, air-conditioning, to deal with them in a way Augustine Lamoureaux and her girls on the edge of summer did not. As much as things had changed—and they had—it was still bitter how close so many women lived to the edge. One jealous boyfriend, walking down the wrong street, saying the wrong thing, not being “feminine” enough, bad luck, combined with a few wrong choices—we all make them—and like Tiffany, we would fall forever over the edge.
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J.M. Redmann (The Girl on the Edge of Summer (Micky Knight, #9))
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Zulu!” I raced up to his side and stopped him. “I can explain my weird behavior.”
“So you’re not just crazy?” His blond eyebrows rose as he grinned.
“Well, that’s the point. I am crazy.” I raked my fingers through my hair and blew out a long breath. “I set my ex-boyfriend and the two women he was cheating with on fire. They were all in the hospital for several months.”
He didn’t say anything and just continued to stare.
Feel like running away yet?
“So,” I said. “I’m not the sanest person you could spend your time trying to be with.”
He flashed me a huge smile. “If someone touched you now, they would be lucky to have only one month in the hospital.”
Oh, my goodness.
“Okay. I don’t think you understand me.” I held my hands out to my sides. “What I am trying to say is I’m insanely jealous and act on it in violent ways that are frankly detrimental—”
“You have a few more weeks.” He tapped his watch. “And then I’m coming for you.”
Coming for me?
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Kenya Wright (Caged View (Santeria Habitat, #0.5))
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I’m possessive, and I get jealous. I know that. I accept it. I own up to it. I would be picturing thisimaginary person I love having s-e-x,” I whispered the word just in case, “with whoever he’s been in a relationship with, and I’d want to stab each one of those girls. But not everyone is like that. That’s part of the reason why I don’t have a boyfriend. I know I’m crazy. I already feel sorry for whatever poor bastard ends up with me some day, but he’ll know what he’s getting into. I don’t hide it.”
Trip shook his head, grinning wide. “You said it. You’re fuckin’ nuts.”
What was I going to do? Deny it?
“Diana, I hate to tell you, I don’t know anybody like that.”
I frowned. “That’s okay. I’m sure there’s some nice, divorced Catholic boy out there somewhere in the world, who waited to lose it until he got married and now he’s waiting again for the right girl.”
“Doubt it.”
I gave Trip a face before checking on the steaks again. “Quit killing my dreams.”
“I’m just keepin’ it real for you, honey.”
“Okay, maybe if he’s really nice to me and good to me, and I’m the love of his life, and he writes me sweet notes on a regular basis telling me that I’m the light of his life and he can’t live without me, I’ll give him ten women tops. Tops.” I let out a breath. “I’m getting mad just thinking about it.
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Mariana Zapata (Wait for It)
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Tina Gardenia was as happy as a cat with a full belly.
She had kept Luca Lowell’s heart safely on her charm bracelet, and it had been wonderful.
It was Sunday morning again, and Luca was clunking around in the tiny kitchen on one bare foot and one walking cast, making coffee by the smell of it.
Tina snuggled Muffins close to her face. “You’re a handsome boy,” she cooed.
“I know you’re talking to the cat,” Luca said. “Why don’t you talk to me like that?”
“You already get more than enough compliments, Mr. Lowell.”
“How many dunks do I dunk your tea bags?”
“You don’t dunk. Just pour the water on and let it steep.”
“How’s it going to steep if you’re not dunking?”
“Fine,” she said. “Give it... seven dunks.”
“Gotcha. Seven dunks.” He started counting them out.
Tina nuzzled the ginger cat sprawled out on the couch. “You’re the prettiest boy in the world,” she said.
Luca growled, “I heard that.”
“Focus on your dunking.”
“Darn it. I lost count.”
“That’ll teach you for listening in on other people’s private conversations.”
Luca snorted and went back to dunking.
For the last two weeks, Muffins had been coming to visit at the tiny house regularly, and Luca had been pretending to be a jealous boyfriend. He and the cat were bonding on their own, though, often snuggling up on the couch together, watching their favorite shows. Luca liked true crime shows, and Muffins liked a warm lap and chin scratches.
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Angie Pepper
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When porn stars call it a day and head home with bruised and bloodied bodies, some of us attempt to have normal healthy relationships but our suitcase pimp boyfriends become jealous and physically abuse us. So instead we marry our porn directors or regress back to childhood and freeload off of 60 year old sugar daddies. I preferred sugar daddies because I desperately wanted the love and attention of my father.
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Shelley Lubben (Truth Behind the Fantasy of Porn)
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I jumped up, my hands in the air. “Yes!”
Lend laughed. “Okay, looks like I need to make a run to the grocery store. Do faeries hate wheat or white bread more, you think?”
“Get bread with raisins,” I said. “Everyone hates raisins.”
Jack was bouncing, obviously excited. “That’s all we need, right?”
“We need Reth.”
“No,” Lend and Jack whined in unison.
“Come on, you two. Reth knows the Faerie Realms better than you do. Jack, you didn’t see where the people were; it might take you a while to find them, and that’s time we can’t afford to lose. And Reth’s getting worse; being there might give him more time.”
Lend scowled, grabbing the car keys off the counter. “Fine. But I’m really getting tired of his stupid smirk and prissy clothes.”
Jack nodded. “And his voice that sounds like it’d even taste good. Really, it’s overkill. Best to have only a few absolutely perfect traits—for example, my hair and eyes and sparkling personality—so you don’t overwhelm them.”
“Aww, are you guys jealous of how pretty Reth is? That’s kind of adorable.”
“You know I could look exactly like him,” Lend said, frowning darkly.
“Please for the love of all that is good and holy, never, ever wear Reth. That’s the stuff of nightmares.”
That brightened his face a bit and he left me with a lingering kiss and a promise to be back with every loaf of bread we could carry.
“Well, go find your stupid faerie boyfriend,” Jack said, lying down on top of the counter and drumming his fingers on his stomach. “I haven’t filled my quota for pissing off the Dark Court yet this week.”
“We are going to blow your quote sky high.”
He held up a hand and I high-fived him as I walked past and out of the house toward the trail. Yet again. I should have invested in a dirt bike or something given the amount of mileage I was getting out of the path between the house and the pond.
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Kiersten White (Endlessly (Paranormalcy, #3))
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We all lie. We all guard secrets—sometimes terrible ones—a side to us so dark, so shameful, that we quickly avert our own eyes from the shadow we might glimpse in the mirror. Instead we lock our dark halves deep in the basement of our souls. And on the surface of our lives, we work industriously to shape the public story of our selves. We say, “Look, world, this is me.” We craft posts on social media . . . See this wonderful lunch I’m eating at this trendy restaurant with my besties, see my sexy shoes, my cute puppy, boyfriend, tight ass in a bikini. See my gloriously perfect life . . . see what a fucking fabulous time I’m having drunk and at this party with my boobs swelling out of my sparkly tank top. Just look at those hot guys draped all over me. Aren’t you jealous . . . And then you wait to see how many people LIKE this fabricated version of yourself, your mood hinging on the number of clicks. Comments. Who commented. But darkness has a way of seeping through the cracks. It seeks the light . . .
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Loreth Anne White (The Drowned Girls (Angie Pallorino, #1))
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I truly believe gratitude is the key to being happy in general. If you aren't grateful every day for what you have, you can't know true happiness. Life is hard, and not everything that comes our way brings us joy. If we choose to focus on the hardships and sadness, we're in for one long and miserable life! Every day we must choose to find happiness. See it when it is in front of you. Look for it within what you have. And every day that we choose to stay in a relationship, we have to recognize the good it brings to our lives. We have to be grateful for what we have.
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Rebecca A. Marquis (How to Be a Good Boyfriend: 34 ways to keep her from getting annoying, jealous, or crazy)
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We look jealously around at others, noting their lack of grubby visible bra straps or crusty under-eye mascara sprinkles, and it’s hard not to be resentful. Why you and not me? you think, squinting angrily at this person who probably has a beautiful apartment and an actual career and a boyfriend who never uses a skateboard to go from place to place.
But perhaps he has $12.37 in his checking account, or she has no idea how to cook anything, or he slowly lets his car rot from inside rather than pony up the thirty bucks to get the oil changed. Chances are good that person is looking at you the same way.
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Kelly Williams Brown
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The first time I heard, “Sam’s just jealous because I have a man and she doesn’t” I almost shit myself laughing. You have a boyfriend, I have a cat. We’re even. Helen Keller does everything a dude does: eats my fucking food, does what the fuck she wants, leaves her shit everywhere, ruins all of my nice things, and never cleans up after her fucking self. She doesn’t tell me what she’s thinking, she rarely takes my feelings into account, she doesn’t pay attention when I talk, and she only wants affection on her terms. SOUNDS LIKE I HAVE A GODDAMNED BOYFRIEND. Or, at least, it sounds like I have your goddamned boyfriend.
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Samantha Irby (Meaty)
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Nick spreads cream cheese on my bagel for me because it’s hard to do with one hand. You need to hold the bagel and everything.
“You are the nicest boyfriend ever,” I tell him and kiss his cheek.
“Gag,” Devyn says.
“You’re just jealous,” Nick teases him and points his plastic knife at Devyn. “Which is ridiculous because you are the star of the school now that the wheelchair is totally gone. Everyone is talking about you.”
“Star of the school?” Devyn asks. He takes a swig of Gatorade.
“All the girls.” Nick gestures to the girls giggling behind them. “They like miracles. It’s sexy. Remember how much play Jay Dahlberg got when he came back from being abducted?” He does not add by pixies because he does not have to.
“Really?” Devyn does this cheesy and really fake eyebrow wiggle thing so he looks like some sleezy porn dog.
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Carrie Jones (Captivate (Need, #2))
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Even if these two didn't share the same short dark hair, the same violet eyes, and the same flawless olive skin, I'd know they were related because of their most dominant feature-their habit of staring.
"I'm Chloe. This is my friend Emma, who apparently just head-butted your boyfriend Galen. We were in the middle of apologizing."
I pinch the bridge of my nose and count to ten-Mississippi, but fifty-Mississippi seems more appropriate. Fifty allows more time to fantasize about ripping one of Chloe's new waves out.
"Emma, what's wrong? Your nose isn't bleeding, is it?" She chirps, enjoying herself.
Tingles gather at my chin as Galen lifts it with the crook of his finger. "Is your nose bleeding? Let me see," he says. He tilts my head side to side, leans closer to get a good look.
And I meet my threshold for embarrassment. Tripping is bad enough. Tripping into someone is much worse. But if that someone has a body that could make sculpted statues jealous-and thinks you've broken your nose on one of his pecs-well, that's when tripping runs a distant second to humane euthanasia.
He is clearly surprised when I swat his hand and step away. His girlfriend/relative seems taken aback that I mimic his stance-crossed arms and deep frown. I doubt she has ever met her threshold for embarrassment.
"I said I was fine. No blood, no foul."
"This is my sister Rayna," he says, as if the conversation steered naturally in that direction. She smiles at me as if forced at knifepoint, the kind of smile that comes purely from manners, like the smile you give your grandmother when she gives you the rotten-cabbage-colored sweater she's been knitting. I think of that sweater now as I return her smile.
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Anna Banks (Of Poseidon (The Syrena Legacy, #1))
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You know what I don’t get?”
“What?”
Josh stares at me, his cheeks a dull red. “Why you never said anything. If all that time you felt like that about me, why didn’t you say anything?”
My whole body goes stiff. I wasn’t expecting that. I’m not prepared. I swallow hard and say, “You were with Margot.”
“I wasn’t always with Margot. The stuff you wrote--you liked me before I ever liked her. Why didn’t you just tell me?”
I let out a breath. “What does that even matter now?”
“It matters. You should have told me. You should have at least given me a chance.”
“It wouldn’t have made a difference, Josh!”
“And I’m telling you it would have!” He steps toward me.
Jerkily I rise to my feet. Why is he bringing this up now, just when things are back to normal again? “You’re so full of it. You’ve never thought of me that way, not ever, so don’t go trying to reinvent history now when I have somebody.”
“Don’t tell me what I think,” he snaps. “You don’t know my every thought, Lara Jean.”
“Yes I do. I know you better than anyone. You know why? You’re predictable. Everything you do. It’s so predictable. The only reason you’re even saying this now is because you’re jealous. And it’s not even because of me. You don’t care about who I’m with. You’re just jealous that Peter took your spot. Kitty likes him better than you now too.”
His face darkens. He glares at me and I glare back. “Fine!” he yells. “I’m jealous! Are you happy now?”
And then he jerks his head toward mine, and he kisses me. On the lips. His eyes are closed, mine are wide open. And then mine close too, and for a second, just for a second, I kiss him back. Then I break away. I push him off.
Triumphantly he says, “Did you predict that, Lara Jean?”
My mouth opens and closes, but no words come out. I drop the broom and run up the stairs, as fast as I can. I run all the way to my room and lock my door behind me. Josh just kissed me. In my living room. My sister is coming back in a few weeks. And I have a fake boyfriend I just cheated on.
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Jenny Han (To All the Boys I've Loved Before (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #1))
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So, like, what are we to each other?”
“We’re old friends who’ve known each other for, like, a hundred years,” I tell him. “It’s just that ninety-five of them happened in one week.”
“I like that.”
"Three years from now,” he says, “when you break up with your first college boyfriend, you’ll call me and I’ll stay up all night talking you through it.”
“Possibly,” I admit. And then I say, “Seven years from now, when your first computer start-up company goes belly up, we’ll go out that night. I’ll make you laugh, and keep you from getting too drunk, and convince you to get to work on your second tech start-up.”
“Possibly,” he admits. “And twelve years from now, you’ll call to tell me that you want me to be the godfather to your first kid.”
“Possibly,” I concede. “And twenty years from now, we’ll all go on vacation together, and our spouses, or whatever, will get jealous that we’re spending too much time talking to each other, and they’ll run off together.”
“Possibly,” he concludes. “And thirty years from now, when you’re running for reelection, and I’ve made my third fortune, I’ll take you dancing, and it’ll be all over the tabloids.” And then he adds, “Of course, they’ll be holographic by then.”
I have to laugh. “Of course they will.”
He smiles at me. “And then maybe we can ask again, what we are to each other?
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Neal Shusterman (Dry)
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Kate turned on her heel and walked out. Before she was halfway across the hall, though, Bunny had jumped up from the couch and come after her. “Are you saying we can’t see each other anymore?” she asked. “He’s just visiting me at my house! We’re not going out on dates or anything.”
“The guy must be twenty years old,” Kate told her. “You don’t find anything wrong with that?”
“So? I’m fifteen years old. A very mature fifteen.”
“Don’t make me laugh,” Kate told her.
“You’re just jealous,” Bunny said. She was following Kate through the dining room now. “Just because you have to settle for Pyoder—”
“His name is Pyotr,” Kate said through her teeth. “You might as well learn to pronounce it right.”
“Well, la-di-da to you, Miss Frilling-Your-rs. At least I didn’t have to rely on my father to find me a boyfriend.”
By the time she was saying this, they had reached the kitchen. The two men glanced over at them, surprised. “Your daughter is a jerk,” Bunny told their father.
“I beg your pardon?”
“She is a snoopy, jealous, meddlesome jerk, and I refuse to—and now look!”
Her attention had been snagged by something outside the window. The rest of them turned to see Edward slinking past with his shoulders hunched, veering beneath the redbud tree to cross to his own house.
“I hope you’re satisfied,” Bunny told Kate.
“Why is it,” Dr. Battista asked Pyotr, “that whenever I’m around women for any length of time, I end up asking, ‘What just happened here?’ ”
“That is extremely sexist of you,” Pyotr said sternly.
“Don’t blame me,” Dr. Battista said. “I base the observation purely on empirical evidence.
”
”
Anne Tyler (Vinegar Girl)
“
So are you planning on dressing me in addition to everything else?” she asked once they’d cleared a challenging rise.
“I planned to pack as much as I could this morning, so you could sleep later,” he lowered his voice, “or take care of what went unfinished last night.” He’d amazed himself by behaving so unselfishly as that. Her unfulfilled desire made it more likely that he’d get her into bed with him, and yet, he couldn’t stand to think of her suffering. “I was attempting to be considerate. Though I’ve little experience with it.”
“I’m not talking to you about this. I’m just not.”
“I can feel your need as strong as my own.”
“Maybe I do have these needs—doesn’t mean you’re the one I’ll choose to help me work them out.” Her gaze drifted to Cade, who was greedily chugging water.
His voice low and seething, Bowe said, “You regard him with an appraising eye one more time, Mariketa, and you’re going to get that demon killed. All he wants is to ‘attempt’ you. Do you ken what that means?”
“In fact, I do ken what it means. In the throes, you know. One of my boyfriends was a demon.”
“Boyfriends?” He frowned. “You mean lovers. How bloody many have you had?” He stopped. “Are you free with yourself, then? With other males? Because that’ll be ending—”
“What’d you think?” she asked over her shoulder. “That I was a virgin?”
“You’re only twenty-three,” he said, sounding very stodgy, even to himself. “And I try no’ to think of any male before me. But if you were no’ an innocent, then I’d hoped it would have been once, in the dark, with a ham-handed human who was so bad you had to stifle a yawn or fight against laughing.”
She shrugged. “I’m sure the number of notches in my bedpost can’t compare to yours.”
“Aye, but I’m twelve hundred years old! Even if I had one female a year, you’d understand how they could accumulate.”
“Well, I am young.” Just as he felt a flicker of ease, she murmured in a sexy voice, “But, baby, I’ve been busy.”
His fists clenched.
“Jealous?”
She probably wouldn’t think he’d admit to it, but in a low tone, he said, “Aye, I envy any man that’s had his hands on you.” She gave him an enigmatic, studying expression. “Now, if I guess the number you’ve taken into your bed, then you’ll tell me if I’m right.”
She hastily faced forward once more. “Not playing. Get bent.”
He narrowed his eyes. “One. You’ve had one.” Her shoulders stiffened barely perceptibly, and he wanted to sag with relief.
“Because any male worthy of you would kill a rival who tried to steal you from him. I’m guessing the demon was your first and last. And how did you get him to let you go, then?”
“What if I told you I was still seeing him?”
Bowen shook his head. “No’ considering the way you were with me that first night. Besides, if he allowed you to enter the Hie without being there to guard you, he does no’ deserve you. When we return, I’ll kill him on principle.
”
”
Kresley Cole (Wicked Deeds on a Winter's Night (Immortals After Dark, #3))
“
What’s wrong, Bluebell?” he asked, using both hands to play now.
“I met this guy and I just wonder if he’ll be okay with me, you know, touching you and going to the opera and stuff?”
“We are friends and your possessive boyfriend will need to accept how you are not his pet.”
My gaze met Tyson’s and I’d be damned if he wasn’t jealous. While I shouldn’t have smiled, my mouth reacted quicker than my brain.
“Yes, you and I have been friends for a very long time,” I said, still grinning despite my best ef-forts to stop.
Sensing I was teasing him, Tyson lifted a dark brow and smirked. “You are no one’s possession.
”
”
Angela Horn (Blue Sacrifice (Blue Davison, #1))
“
She is not my ex,” he said smartly. “Whatever, you know what I mean.” “Uhuh, I do. That you are particularly intriguing when you’re jealous.” “Well, it’s a little disconcerting…the whole a-goddess-wants-my-boyfriend thing.” He laughed again and hooked his fingers in my front pockets to pull me to him. “You are one cute human.” He tipped my chin with a crooked finger. “Did you not see the whole me-choosing-you-over-her thing,” he said mockingly. I tried to scowl, tried to frown, bit my lip to stop the smile, but it won, hands down. “Yeah, that was pretty sweet,” I agreed. “Yeah.
”
”
Shelly Crane (Devour Series Boxset (The Devour Series))
“
make her boyfriend jealous, she even took my virginity—an experience that was as forgettable as it was confusing. But it felt like what I was supposed to do.
”
”
Michael K. Williams (Scenes from My Life: A Memoir)
“
And besides, isn't this the way one loses boyfriends, by acting paranoid and jealous and insecure? I'm fairly certain this is not a good look on me.
”
”
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
“
Mason wasn't the jealous type, and San wasn't the confrontational type. And I thought maybe if I saw them in the same room together, I would be reminded that Sam was just a regular guy. That maybe I had built him up as this mythical creature, a perfect friend and potential boyfriend who would;t seem so precious and rare out in the real world.
”
”
Carly Fortune (EVERY SUMMER AFTER (Classic Book): With illustration)
“
Why are you so bitter?” Tuck asked. “It seems like there’s more than the cheating boyfriend?”
I didn’t bother responding.
“Why do you do that?” Tuck asked another burning question.
“Do what?” confusion struck my thoughts as I asked.
The sun found its way to us as we sat on the bench at the back of the school.
“Let him get to you like that?” Tuck pried himself in and ended it with a smile. He was a nosy devil.
“He who,” I asked, but I knew who’s he talking about, but I didn’t want to get too deep in it.
“Your ex,” Tuck raised his eyebrows. He seemed angry and jealous.
“He does nothing to me. What are you talking about?” I replied, biting down on my tongue.
“Yes, he does, or what else is the reason for your putting yourself in prison,” Tuck said with a bite.
“I’m not in prison.” I bit harder. The air becomes chilly, and a rock hits the side of my foot.
“Yes, you are, and you’re in a war, a war where you’re the only one fighting.” Tuck’s tone was grave.
”
”
Kiki Fulton (Young Love (Ghostly Shadow, Book 1))
“
You used me to get off with your fucking boyfriend. Do you have any idea how much that bothers me?” He growls, leaning over me against the wall.
I swallow, looking from those passionate eyes to his full lips and back. “Bothers you?!”
He glares at me, through me, seething at the memory of Patrick touching me. He’s jealous.
“His hands on you. Your mind on me. I saw it. Why the fuck you continue to put up with him and his shit is beyond me. I thought I knew you better than that, but I guess I don’t.”
Everything with him has meant way more than what he assumes. I’ve never used him in that sense. If anything, I’ve only fallen more into this undeniable feeling for him. I’m afraid of that truth and he’s pushing it out of me.
He leans in closer with a dark look in his greenish eyes, using a hand to brush my hair behind my ear, making me feel the heat of his touch before he brushes his lips against the shell of my ear. “I just wonder if even after you’re married, you’ll still need to think of me to get off.
”
”
Jescie Hall (Hawke)
“
A dreamy look takes over her eyes, and just for a split second, I want to stab them with my straw. Not any reflection on her or her boyfriend. I love them both.
But I’m jealous.
I’ve never had that. Not with any man. And sometimes—well, sometimes it fucking hurts.
”
”
H.D. Carlton (Shallow River)
“
A man died because a jealous boyfriend went into a fit of rage when he saw his girlfriend grinding her ass on another man’s dick. Such a fucking stupid reason to die.
”
”
H.D. Carlton (Shallow River)
“
His stare shifted to the Prada-wearing prick whose fingers were caressing her wrist. Hudson was already in a foul mood, and the more Mr. Touchy got feely, the more he wanted to cut the guy’s hand off with a butter knife.
Slowly. Painfully.
Hudson’s body warmed and he grounded his weight to keep from hurdling over the tables to do just that. Christ, he was acting like a jealous boyfriend.
”
”
Ann Marie Walker & Amy K Rogers (Remind Me (Chasing Fire, #1))
“
What?” His voice was loud, and I couldn’t stop myself from laughing heartily. My laughter only increased as Jakob did a slow burn. “I’m joking, goofy.” I touched his jacket lapel lightly, and I could feel his heart racing. “I haven’t slept with Blake, and I’ve never seen him naked. Stop acting like a jealous boyfriend.
”
”
J.S. Cooper (Resolution (Swept Away #3))
“
Cooper’s dark eyes studied my face then he smiled. “I really am crazy about you. Let me make it up to you.”
“What about Nick?” I asked, daring him to freak out again.
His jaw twitching, Cooper shrugged. “He’s a guy. He gets it. In fact, I think he’s hot for one of those giggly blondes in class. Shar, I think is the one. No need for me or anyone else to care about old Nick.”
“So I can study with him?”
Cooper narrowed his eyes and exhaled hard. “Why him?”
“He’s in a bunch of my classes and he takes great notes.”
“Great notes? Is that code?”
“I waited all day to see you, Coop,” I said, placing my hand on his chest where I knew the cross was hiding under his white tee. “I missed you then you ruined everything by focusing on him. Will you keep doing that? I need you to focus on me.”
“You want me, right? Not him.”
“I want you so much, but I think it’s a mistake. You obviously don’t trust me.”
“Don’t make it about trust. It’s not even about you.”
“What the hell does that mean?” I asked, removing my hand.
Cooper looked ready to grab my hand and return it to his chest. I saw him fight the urge then he forced a smile. A really fake smile that never reached his eyes.
“It’s about me. It’s about my feeling like someone is trying to take away what I need. You aren’t doing anything. I just can’t have a man sniffing around my girl.”
“He’s not sniffing around me.”
“Don’t be naïve.”
“You said he liked Shar.”
“Why do you care who he likes?”
Backing away, I sighed. “I’m taking the bus home.”
“No, wait,” he said, wrapping his arms around me as I retreated. “Look, I’m jealous. That’s not a bad thing, is it? If you saw me with some chick, wouldn’t you be jealous?”
“Yes, but I wouldn’t freak out and scare everyone.”
“That’s because you’re classy. I was raised to be a caveman though. I should get credit for not taking you by the hair and dragging you back to my cave. You know, after clubbing your boyfriend to death first.”
“You’re nuts.”
“I’m teasing you.”
“Not completely,” I said, staring at him in horror.
“No, not completely. Well, I’m not kidding about clubbing him to death, but I’d never drag you back to my cave. Me want woman to want it bad.
”
”
Bijou Hunter (Damaged and the Beast (Damaged, #1))
“
Paul.” He stops, and I see his shoulders tense. He answers without looking back at me. “What?” He heaves a sigh. I walk toward him and lay my hand on his back. He tenses more, his muscles bunching up beneath my fingertips. “I’m sorry,” I say. “Please don’t be angry at me.” “I’m not angry,” he bites out. I force out a laugh, but there’s no merriment in the sound. “You are so angry.” He turns around and looks down at me. “I’m jealous,” he says. “And, yeah, that makes me angry.” “You don’t have anything to be jealous about,” I tell him. “Keep your boyfriends out of here and I won’t be.” “They’re not my boyfriends.” He growls. “I don’t even want to know what they are.” He holds up a hand to stop me when I open my mouth. “Shut it,” he says. “Don’t even bring them up. I don’t want to discuss it.
”
”
Tammy Falkner (Proving Paul's Promise (The Reed Brothers, #5))
“
he grabs the edge of my chair, falls to his knees, and rolls me into him. With one gentle hand on each of my knees, he parts my thighs and wiggles until we’re chest to chest. My breath stalls. He’s an inch from my face when he speaks, and his breath becomes mine. “Because you’re all I can think about. I wake up with you on my mind and go to sleep with you in my dreams. I wouldn’t be having these intense thoughts about you if I were in love with anybody else. I’m not that kind of guy.” He kisses the end of my nose. “I know you already know this about me. I’m a stand-up man, Friday, and I’m loyal.” “I want to tell you I feel the same,” I say. I close my eyes, and he startles me when he places a kiss on each of my eyelids in turn. “What’s stopping you?” “That guy I was with yesterday,” I say. I put a hand on his chest to push him back, but I don’t want him to go anywhere. He leans back on his heels, but he leaves his hands on my knees. I close my legs, because without him there, I just feel…empty. “Is he your boyfriend?” “No.” “Then why was he kissing you?” “So, I could make you jealous,” I blurt out. I cover my face with my hand because I’m mortified to admit that. “Well, fuck. It worked.
”
”
Tammy Falkner (Proving Paul's Promise (The Reed Brothers, #5))
“
Hospital
When you get out of the hospital
Let me back into your life
I can't stand what you do
I'm in love with your eyes
And when you get out of the dating bar
I'll be here to get back into your life
I can't stand what you do
I'm in love with your eyes
Oh I can't stand what you do
Sometimes I can't stand you
And it makes me think about me
That I'm involved with you
But I'm in love with this power
That shows through in your eyes
I go to bakeries all day long
There's a lack of sweetness in my life
And there is pain inside
You can see it in my eyes
Oh there is pain inside
You can see it in my eyes
And it makes me think about me
That I've lost my pride
But I'm in love with this power
That resides in your eyes
You live in modern apartments
Well I even got scared once or twice
Last time I walked down your street
There were tears in my eyes
Well now these streets
We all know
They help us cry
When we're alone late at night
Don't you love them too,
That where you got your eyes
Oh and I can't stand what you do
Sometimes I can't stand you
And it makes me think about me
How I'm involved with you
But I'm in love with this power
That shows through in your eyes
Now your world is beautiful
I'll take the subway to your suburb sometime
I'll seek out the things that must've been magic to your little girl mind
Now as a little girl you must've been magic
I still get jealous of your old boyfriends in the suburbs sometimes
And when I walk down your street
There'll probably be tears in my eyes
(I knew it would happen)
I can't stand what you do
Sometimes I can't stand you
And it makes me think about me
That I'm involved with you
But I'm in love with this power
That shows through in your eyes
So when you get out of the hospital
Let me back into your life
I can't stand what you do,
But I'm in love with your eyes.
”
”
The Modern Lovers
“
There’s a contest going on at Bounce.” Bounce is a local club, and all the Reed brothers have worked there at one point or another as bouncers, so I know he’s familiar with the place. “What kind of contest?” he asks. “A paint contest?” I say. It comes out like a question, even though I didn’t mean for it to. “The fucking body paint contest?” Paul asks, and he slams his hand down on the counter. “Are you entering that?” “I already entered. And I had a model for it, but then she backed out at the last minute. Her grandmother died or something. I don’t know why her grandmother couldn’t have waited until after the contest, but I guess I don’t get any say-so.” He chuckles. “God, you make me laugh,” he says. I glare at him. “So your model backed out and you were going to do what? Paint Garrett?” “Umm, not exactly.” I raise a finger to my lips and start to nibble the nail. “Then what?” He throws up his hands. “I was going to have him paint me.” I look down the hallway. “Maybe Sam could do it. Is he here?” I start in that direction, but Paul grabs my arm and jerks me back. I fall against him. “There is no fucking way any man, even Garrett, is going to paint your naked body. No. Absolutely not.” He folds his arms across his broad chest and stares down at me like I’ve lost my mind. “The entry fee was a hundred dollars and I spent a month working on the design. It’s perfect, and I think I can win. And just when did you become my father?” I ask. I pull back from him. “Trust me,” he says. “The last thing I want to be is your father.” “Then stop acting like one.” He pulls me to him again, and I feel his dick pressed against my lower belly. “Trust me,” he says again. “I don’t feel like a parent when I’m with you.” “Oh,” I breathe. My heart stutters, and I get this little flutter in my belly that only happens with him. “Oh,” he mocks. “I’m acting like a jealous boyfriend because I am one.” I close my eyes and say, “You haven’t even kissed me since I told you about Jacob.” “You told me you needed time,” he cries softly. “I’ve been right here waiting. Patiently, I might add.” He chuckles. “Well, quit being so patient!” He brushes my hair back from my face with gentle fingers and doesn’t say a word. He just stares at me, his eyes soft and full of something I don’t understand. I wish I did. It would make this so much easier. “So about this contest,” he says. “Reagan and Emily are both busy.” “There’s no one else you can get to model?” “There isn’t enough time to teach them the position.” “Position?” He grins. I shove his shoulder. “I’ll paint you.” His eyes bore into mine. “I’ll enjoy the hell out of it.” His dimple grows deeper and even cuter. “No.” I shake my head. “You can’t.” “Why not?” “Because I’ll be naked!” I cry. “I know!” he yells back softly. “That’s why I don’t want anyone else doing it!
”
”
Tammy Falkner (Proving Paul's Promise (The Reed Brothers, #5))
“
Yes?” “Um…” the receptionist says. “What is it?” I bark. But then my office door opens, and Matt steps through. “He’s on his way to you,” the receptionist says. “Thanks for the warning,” I mutter. Matt closes my office door behind him and approaches me. I stand, and he tips my chin up toward his face. “I forgot something,” he says. He’s breathless, and his eyes search mine. “I forgot to tell you that I want your heart more than I want your body,” he says. His eyes are flitting all over my face. “I fucked that up, but I’m not done yet. And I know how to say I’m sorry.” “Matt—” I start. But he cuts me off. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything, and it’s difficult to even walk when I’m around you, because my dick gets so hard I could pound nails with it.” Heat creeps up my cheeks, but he doesn’t stop. “I shouldn’t have gone there with you yet, but I can’t help it. I’m fucking dying to be inside you. I’m fucking dying to hold you close to me, hopefully when we’re both naked.” He grins. “But even more than that, I want you to love me. I want you to love me a lot, and I went about it the wrong way. Please forgive me.” He finally stops and draws in a deep breath. “Please.” “Matt…” I say. “When I saw your boyfriend, all I could think was that I could satisfy you so much more, mainly because I was jealous as hell that he’s been close to you. Maybe I was trying to get him off your mind and put myself there. Or maybe I’m just an idiot. It’s probably the latter. I admit it. I’m an idiot when it comes to you. But that’s okay with me. I hope it’s okay with you, too.” “Matt,” I say again. “Forgive me,” he urges. “I won’t ever do it again.” I bracket his face with my hands. “Would you shut up for a minute?” I say. He breathes out a sigh. “Okay.” “I’m not mad. Well, a little annoyed that Seth repeated something to you that he overheard in a private conversation. That’s about me and Seth, though, not about you. I’ll deal with him about that. And no, I’m not mad at you. There’s nothing to forgive.” He doesn’t say anything. He just looks into my eyes. “Really, Matt,” I say to assure him. “You completely shut me down, which I deserved. But I already miss you.” “I haven’t gone anywhere.” I laugh.
”
”
Tammy Falkner (Maybe Matt's Miracle (The Reed Brothers, #4))
“
Red-hot jealousy blazes through me, shocking the shit out of me. “Do you have a boyfriend, Kitty cat?” Her eyes widen and her mouth gapes. “T-that’s none of your business,” she sputters adorably. The more I’m left in the dark, the more vicious the green-eyed monster grows. “It’s the very least you can offer a curious guy, seeing as I’ve given up my precious time for you.
”
”
BJ Mann (Jealous Convict (Jealous & Possessive Book 1))
“
Red-hot jealousy blazes through me, shocking the shit out of me. “Do you have a boyfriend, Kitty cat?” Her eyes widen and her mouth gapes. “T-that’s none of your business,” she sputters adorably.
”
”
BJ Mann (Jealous Convict (Jealous & Possessive Book 1))
“
I can hardly breathe when she reaches me, one hand falling to my padded shoulder, the other holding the microphone between us. “Jackson Vaughan, I love you. Will you be my boyfriend?”
I toss my gloves on the ice, grab the back of her head and seal my lips to hers, making every promise I can without words.
“What do you think, everyone? Was that a yes?” The arena explodes. I’m a little jealous. I don’t think I’ve ever heard them this worked up.
“Fuck yes! A million times, yes,” I say into the mic before peeling her chilled fingers off of it and handing it to Aspen.
”
”
Nikki Jewell (The Red Line (Lakeview Lightning #2))
“
Here is the thing about jealousy. It's not a good look. And the rational part of you knows that. You are not the jealous sort! That sort of woman is awful! And it makes no sense! If someone likes you. they will stay with you; if they don't like you enough to stay with you, they aren't worth being with anyway. You know that. You are a sensible, mature woman of twenty-eight years. You have read the self-help articles. You have watched "Dr. Phil." But when you live 3,500 miles from your handsome, kind, sexy paramedic boyfriend...then the rational part of you gets firmly squashed by the gigantic, squatting toad that if your irrational self.
”
”
Jojo Moyes (Still Me (Me Before You, #3))
“
Please, don’t be jealous that I’m absolutely amazing at reading people. If they try to kill or fuck us, you owe me a hundred dollars,” I say as I hold my hand out for him to shake. Jeremy’s eyebrow shoots up; he’s clearly amused by this. “A hundred? Deal.
”
”
Alice Winters (The Former Assassin's Guide to Snagging a Reluctant Boyfriend (The Hitman's Guide, #4))
“
you live next door to a really cute boy from your class, but you also become his girlfriend!” “Cassie!” It was my turn to squeal. “I’m not his girlfriend. We’re just friends!” “Friends don’t kiss each other. Twice!” Cassie replied with an adamant shake of her head. “And besides, I’m sure he’ll probably be your boyfriend soon.” My spine tingled at the thought: Tessa Hawkins… Sam Worthington’s girlfriend. My mother would have an absolute fit! No, it wasn’t possible. We’d just have to keep it low-key, for the time being, at least. What would my friends at school think? Not caring what they thought, I pushed that issue aside. “I’m not even sure if he really likes me,” I added with a frown. “What?” Cassie screeched. “How could he not like you? I mean, look at you! You’re so pretty and so nice and so everything… plus, why would he kiss you if he didn’t like you?” “Well… like I said… maybe I kissed him. Maybe he wasn’t planning to kiss me at all.” “Tessa, you’re overthinking it. You’ve just kissed a really good-looking boy. A boy who lives right next door to you. Oh my gosh, I am so jealous right now.
”
”
Katrina Kahler (THE SECRET - Book 4: A New Dilemma: (Diary Book for Girls Aged 9 - 12))
“
Everyone's jealous of somebody/ If I'd known, I would have had a better life... Maybe I could have had friends, or even a boyfriend. I wish... I'd tried living a little more selfishly.
”
”
Tatsuki Fujimoto (チェンソーマン 12 [Chainsaw Man 12])
“
We'd just finished setting the table when Longganisa's barking alerted me that our guests had arrived. Jae had quickly become her second-favorite person (I was her number one favorite, obvs), so as soon as I opened the door, she launched herself at him. Jae dropped down on a knee so he could give her all the belly rubs and attention she desired (and deserved). The two of them were so darn adorable, my heart could barely take it and I tried not to be jealous that my dog got first dibs on Jae's cuddles and kisses.
”
”
Mia P. Manansala (Murder and Mamon (Tita Rosie's Kitchen Mystery, #4))
“
my lover stays lanes apart but it feels like continents once he stops
replying on whatsapp: he has checked my story on instagram but
one of these days, social media
will be the death of me. my lover shows up on my door unannounced,
two different flavours of doughnuts in his
hand,
he knows i have been crying. they'd taste better if they weren't so soggy,
but i have enough filters on my phone to
make them look pretty, my friends would be jealous,
favourite desserts from half-closed, overpriced airport shops,
a hundred cities away. my lover holds my hand
A hasn't called me back he says, their boyfriends do not get them their and kisses my neck,
i wish there was a song by the 1975
playing in the background, but instagram music isn't supported in my region.
i haven't seen him in eight days, it's funny when i write it down
because i was sure it was a millennium, we yearn for skin, touch, smell, but let me quickly take a photograph,
make him look like he's not looking, our love can go stale,
but my social media needs to keep its aesthetic game strong.
two boomerangs,
seven filters,
and one kissing selfie later,
we explode.
without words, without music. i feel like it's my first kiss again. this is how it must have felt to be in love
a thousand years ago.
”
”
Shlagha borah
“
Diana looked at the other undead around her. “Sorry. My boyfriend gets jealous when I talk to other guys.
”
”
Hazel Hunter (Tharaen (Immortal Highlander, #2))
“
My pulses quicken. The thunderous sound of my heart beating fills my eardrums. I’m jealous of a dead girl. Why? Because I think I’m in love with her boyfriend.
”
”
Kat Lieu (My Cup of Tea: Summer of Love)
“
Behold,” Isobel said, “a single-stage Earth-to-orbit rocket. I drove all the way from Virginia just to help with this. My boyfriend is crazy jealous.
”
”
Charlie Jane Anders (All the Birds in the Sky)