“Of course, I’m not jealous, don’t be ridiculous,” I said, trying to sound casual, but my own words felt off as soon as they left my lips. It felt like I was deceiving not only James but also myself.
With a forced scoff, I attempted to hide my unease, pretending to be nonchalant as I stared at the dirt under my nails. "Besides, what would I have to be jealous of, right? I'm definitely not the jealous type."
James gave me a small smile, tilting his head as he observed me. "You keep repeating that word, 'jealous.'"
It was obvious that I wasn't convincing him. Hell, I wasn't even able to convince myself that I wasn't jealous.
God. This was not good.
Is that what this feeling is? Jealousy?
Is that why I said something so harsh and cruel to Lucas? To hurt him back becaus
