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My fingers clench into a fist as something ugly makes my gut squeeze. The feeling is so unfamiliar it takes me a moment to recognize it for what it is.
Jealousy.
I’m fucking jealous that she’s wearing another guy’s name written on her back.
“Sebastian? Do you—”
“Who the hell is Santiago?”
CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
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Who the hell is Santiago?
Sebastian’s words are like a low growl that has goosebumps spreading over my skin. Setting the cup on the counter, I turn around to face him.
“Santiago?” I repeat, unsure of where he’s going with this.
What does Emmett have to do with anything?
“Your shirt,” he spits out as if the word is offensive.
Subconsciously, I run my hand over the material, probably one of Emmett’s old jerseys that he gave me over the years so Kate and I could wear them to his games.
“It’s just a shirt,” I shrug, which only makes the collar slip once again. I tug it upward. “What’s your problem with my shirt anyway?”
“Are you seriously asking me that, Birdy?” His finger slips under my chin, tilting my head back.
I suck in a breath in surprise. He was moving so quietly; I didn’t hear him at all. A hunter hunting its prey. Only in this case, I’m the prey.
“Y-yes. You seem to have a weird fascination with it today.”
His hold on me tightens as he snarls, “It has another guy’s name on it.”
Another guy’s…
Wait.
Is he…jealous?
I feel silly even thinking about it. Why would Sebastian be jealous of me wearing Emmett’s jersey? It’s just a shirt, for God’s sake.
He was jealous the other night when you were at that party,the little voice reminds me.Why wouldn’t he be jealous now?
Sebastian leans forward, caging me against the counter, his lips brushing against my earlobe and making a shudder go down my spine.
I close my eyes, inhaling that pine and sandalwood scent of his. It’s not as intense as it usually is, but I can still smell it on him.
“Is he the reason you are doing the list?” Sebastian’s whisper breaks me out of my thoughts.
List?
“What are you talking about? What does the list have to do with anything? I’m doing the list forme.The list has always been about me.”
“Then why do you have some dude’s shirt on you?”
Now we’re talking about the shirt again? Seriously, this man is giving me whiplash.
