Chapter 19 Jealousy Games

• "What's with the mood shift?" Ethan's voice cut through the darkened room; his eyes darted from Mia to me sprawled across the plush sofa.
• Mia giggled, her legs thrown over Ethan's lap, her fingers tracing a lazy pattern on his chest. She threw me a sideward look with a smirking expression, which I couldn't quite read. I did the best I could to mimic her casualness, but every single touch they were exchanging sent a wave of irritation surging through my body. Something was off tonight, and deep in my gut, I felt it.
• "Nothing," I said, forcing a smile. "Just. observing.