My Husband's Best Friend Is Obsessed With Me
What the hell has gotten into this man?
How did we get from Sunday dinner with his parents to… this?
“Felix,” I manage, my voice a mix of outrage and stunned amusement, “you’ve officially lost your mind.”
He looks at me—really looks, and I see it then, under the careful calm in his expression. Jealousy. Pure and sharp.
Oh. So that’s what this is.
“Unbelievable,” I mutter, half laughing. “This was your idea, remember? You’re the one who wanted an open marriage. You’re the one who made all the rules.”
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