How Do I Know If A Guy Is Jealous Novels & Stories

I jerk my arm away from him as we get outside. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I ask as I turn to look at him. "Do you know how many guys were watching you in there? he fires back at me. All the fire and humiliation flees my body as I realize he must be jealous. "You are mine and mine alone to look at!" He roars. I smile as I shyly look up at him. Inside I was dancing being called his. I am glad I am not the only one who feels jealous and possessive of what this is between us.

"At least, you can show us his picture" "I don't have any", I groan. "Really? We can't believe it. Come on. He must be really handsome, huh? We're not gonna steal your man, girl", Nancy blurts out. "Jesus! It's not about that. I'm not an insecure or jealous type of woman", I snarl. "Girl, there's a thing called healthy jealousy. You definitely feel it for your man, trust me. If you're not jealous, we doubt your feelings", Kizzy adds.

"It wouldn't matter if she didn't constantly want to drive me crazy." "Yeah, because you're angry, I think you're jealous." "Jealousy? Why should I be jealous?" "If you're not jealous, why should you care what Madison does? If you're not jealous then why are you upset when you see Madison with your husband?" "Not jealous, but a little annoyed." Jennifer replied. When Jennifer finished, Aline laughed and replied. "Discomfort is the first manifestation of jealousy, you idiot." Jennifer was silent for a while and then continued:

I ask again which makes him look down at me pensively. “I’ll tell you if you tell me where do you keep going in the evenings,” He negotiates. I narrow my eyes at him as I ask, “Are you seeing someone else?” My voice comes out as a low growl. Amusement flickers in his eyes as the corner of his lips twitch up. “Are you jealous?” He asks as he raises an eyebrow at me. “Of course not,” I lie as I feel the heat of jealousy fill my chest. His smile widens instantly and realization dawns upon me that he could sense half of my feelings through the bond.

“When you said you didn’t get jealous… I thought it meant you didn’t have feelings for me. That I didn’t matter.” His chest rose and fell beneath me in a deep sigh. “Sage…” I shook my head, my fingers tightening around the fabric of his shirt. “You don’t get it. I needed to know you felt something. That I wasn’t just making a fool of myself this whole time.” He exhaled sharply. “Of course I was jealous. Just because I don’t act like an idiot about it doesn’t mean I don’t feel it.” My breath hitched. I pulled back slightly, just enough to look at him. He was staring at me the same way he usually does. There was nothing different about his gaze now.

And also why do I feel jealous? I’m jealous because someone else will kiss those beautiful full lips of hers, someone else will be running their hands down her face and touching her and sliding inside her. I feel sick. Vomit threatens to come up my throat. My chest has constricted and I’m experiencing difficulty breathing. Man, this is so serious. I have to stop her and how am I going to do that? Only, I know my bestie and when she’s made a decision about something then that’s pretty much it. There’ll be no changing her mind. I rake my hands through my hair, the rate I keep doing this I’ll be bald by noon this afternoon.

I'm jealous. I have tried not to be. I have tried ignoring them. But even though I try not to notice him smiling at her or her laughing at him, I can't help it. Jealousy churns in my stomach, burning deep in my gut and I hate the feeling. I have so many doubts about where we stand and if it will last. Now, here she is, playing on my every insecurity about him just being with me out of convenience. Now that he has other options, he seems to be exploring them. I am not surprised by him choosing Ellie. She is magnificent. I have never seen someone so pretty. And exotic. Why would he not want her?

He emphasizes on the word jealous. "Shut up." I snapped again. He pauses and looks at me. "No. Not until you realize that you're jealous." "I'm not. Damn it. I'm not jealous." I say. "You can lie to Tate about what you really feel Gage but not with me. I know you. You're jealous. Why don't you admit it to yourself?" He lay on his bed. "Admit what? That I'm jealous over Adam being touchy to her? I don't even feel anything at all." Okay, I know I'm lying.

“Or what? Are you jealous of him?” “What? What do you mean by jealousy? This guy is not to be trusted around you and moreover he is a dubious gamer and you are not his target.” “I don't know what you are talking about and of course I will never understand you. And I know you will not be jealous of him even if I want you to be. You keep being possessive of me but you don't even care about me, you don't care about my feelings and you don't give me enough attention.”

Monitor my boyfriend so I’ll be sure he doesn’t cheat on me with his contracted wife? That’s exactly how weird it sounds to me. Though I could try and explain that to him, but wouldn’t that paint me as a jealous person. I do not want to be perceived as jealous, it’s a toxic trait I don’t think I’d like to associate with. You can deem me possessive, or territorial. But never jealous. Don’t touch what’s mine, stay away from my boyfriend or whatever that belongs to me. That’s a better trait than fuming at the sight of someone close to what belongs to you.