"Hmm, you know her schedule pretty well. Should I be worried?" "Are you jealous?" he teases, putting his arms around me. I don't know, am I? He just speaks of her so fondly. I can hear they are close. I don't really have the right to be jealous. He had a life before me, right? "You have nothing to worry about. I should be the one that watches you like a hawk." "What does that even mean? I barely have time or the stamina for you. Why would I possibly need to be watched?" I ask and he laughs. "You will build up the stamina to keep up with me, don't worry. And I meant that I need to watch you around Evelyn," he says, and I frown, confused.
"Evelyn is gay, and very happily married," he says when he sees my confusion. "Oh, sorry," I answer and giggle. "So you were jealous," "Maybe just a litt
