Jealousy

"Did you enjoy that steamy make-out?" When Matthew said this, Bridget gulped and gripped her fists. "I think you should mind your business. And what the fuck are you doing here?"

Emotionlessly and wordlessly, Matthew approached the lawyer who tried her best to keep a straight face and control her breathing rate, but Matthew leaned against her ear, teasing the shell with his teeth, basking in the way Bridget trembled below him with this newfound eagerness.

Bridget tried to fight the disappointment coiling in around her stomach when Matthew turned toward the backpack he dropped by the door.

She watched beneath thick lashes as Matthew bent down and bagged through his bag to find the contents he needed.

"Tell me," Matthew whispered roughly as he set the condoms he found in the space beside him.

He kissed Bridget again, pushing against her lips hard, stealing the air from her lungs before pulling back, hair falling over his eyes.