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“Jealous of who? Of this guy? It's not like he's more interesting than me, or that you seem to have better discussions with him.”

Tears streamed down his cheeks, forcing him to wipe them away in a swift, angry gesture. He hated crying so much when he was angry... And he had no reason to be, Killer had the right to talk to whoever he wanted. And he'd be lying if he said he didn't like seeing him happy... Even if it was by talking to a stranger who could turn out to be dangerous at any moment.

Even if this stranger seemed better than him in so many ways that he almost wondered how he dared compare himself to him: he was prettier, more magnetic, he could so easily make Killer laugh and he seemed to be the kind of daring person that Killer liked so much.

No, he wasn't jealous. He wasn't jealous because he'd never be a match for him. A fight lost in advance was still a useless fight to make.

“You're wrong,” whispered Killer. “You're more interesting than you think, and more interesting than him too. You're stronger, more loyal and more adorable than he is. And there's something you've got that he'll never have, not even in his wildest dreams.”

“What,” Cross ventured.

Killer wiped away the last of the tears with his thumb, playing over the scar several times until the former guard blushed a deep, luminous purple. Proud of himself, he placed a kiss on his teeth, gentle and almost ephemeral if he wasn't sure that his lover would still feel it over the next few hours. Then he added in a velvety voice:

“My love.”

“Cheater.”

Despite his words, Cross kissed him again, warmth in his face and butterflies in his stomach. He'd been doomed ever since he'd fallen for that silly charmer. To his great delight.

Jealousy… As I mentioned, Cross can't hide his emotions, especially something like this 💜

Killer belongs to rahafwabas Cross belongs to jakei