RUINED BY MY BROTHER'S MAFIA BESTFRIEND
I mutter, unable to help myself.
His mouth quirks, amused.
"Is that right?" he asks, a new note in his voice. "You've never been in love?"
"I didn't say that—"
"Yes, you did." He grins, and it almost topples me with its charm. "But maybe men understand it better. Love as seen through the eyes of a man."
"It's just jealousy."
"It's a lot of things. Jealousy, heartbreak, possession, trust—"
"Stupidity." I grin.