KATRINA’S P O V
If Travis wanted to hurt me, throwing a rock at my head would have been merciful. I swallowed the lump that was formed in my throat and maintained a neutral expression on my face. He undoubtedly enjoyed having Sabrina over, probably enjoyed kissing and flirting with her.
''Good for you…'' I replied through gritted teeth. ''Now, if you’ll---’’
''I enjoyed watching the jealousy on your face a while ago, baby…'' he interrupted me and straightened himself where he had been leaning against the headboard and faced me. His chiseled jaw clenched as he moved closer.
''Jealous? Me...?'' I scoffed. No way will I admit to being jealous.
''I think your face looked exactly the way it does now…'' he pointed out, reaching towards my face. I didn’t pull back. I was too stunned. His finger traced the lines in between my furrowed brows, before traveling gently down my face to my lips, at which point he brushed his thumb over them. ''Your lips were pouty then, too...''