And he let her touch him.

Repeatedly.

And that wasn’t cool.

The back of my eyes stung, because that was that. What was happening wasn’t a huge thing, but it was inappropriate. For fuck’s sake, I worked right here. And I really didn’t know what to say right now, because I wasn’t okay with that.

I drew in a deep breath. “Look, I’ve got to get out on the floor. We’re busy.”

“And we’re not done talking.”

“Yeah, we are. For right now, okay? We can talk about this later or whatever.” I started to turn around, and his hand slipped off my chin.

“I never thought you’d be the jealous type.”

My feet came to a complete stop as I turned back to him and stared. Oh boy, that was the wrong thing to say. “I’m not jealous.”

He arched a brow.

I narrowed my eyes on him. “Fine. Maybe I am. Is that so surprising? I mean, I just said this”—I waved my hand between us like I was having a seizure—“isn’t casual, so yeah, I’m not going to like seeing a girl get all up on you night after night. Especially a girl you’ve hooked up with.”

Jaw tensed, he inclined his head. “You have nothing to be jealous of, Calla.”

A dry laugh burst from me. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously. And the fact of the matter is all you have to do is trust me. Not her. But me. And if you trusted me, then you wouldn’t be jealous.”

I gaped at him. Part of that made sense. It took two to tango and all that jazz, but seriously?

“And if this is going to work out between us, you’re going to have to trust me,” he continued, and that—the if this is going to work out between us—caused my stomach to drop. “Because your financial aid came through and you’re going back to school in August, there’s gonna be some miles between us, and all we’re going to have is trust. You get what I’m saying?”

I totes-ma-goats got what he was saying. Half of my heart did a little jump and squeal, because he was planning for when I returned to school and that was great, but the other part of my heart was somewhere in my stomach. Trusting him was one thing, but this wasn’t okay. I could trust him all I wanted, but that didn’t mean I had to be cool with him letting the chicks feel him up and chalking it up to me being jealous.

I needed time to think about this.

He sighed. “Calla . . .”

Shaking my head, I backed away. “I really need to get back on the floor.”

When I turned away this time, Jax didn’t stop me. I walked back out onto the floor and it took everything in my power not to jump on the back of Aimee’s luminous blond head like a rabid spider monkey.

Yeah, I was jealous.

I was also human.