Page 12 of Jacob Michaels is Trouble

“I don’t know,” I said, sitting back, bracing my hands against the mattress. “You were upset about Andrew—who is harmless, by the way. Probably not even a douchebag like we thought. I mean, it was the full moon, so…anyway, now you’re being all cagey about me going to Jason’s house to give him money for a funeral.”

“Do you know what cagey means?” Lucas stepped out of the closet, a pair of work jeans in hand. “Because I think you got lucky.”

“It means guarded.” I waggled my head. “You’re being guarded in asking me about Jason. You don’t want me to know you’re jealous. Worried at best.”

“I am not jealous or worried.”

I just stared at him.

“Fine.” He spat, though there was no heat in the word. “I’m worried.”

I continued to stare.

“Jealous.” He hissed. “Are you happy?”

“Immensely,” I stated blandly.

“The guy is good looking, okay?”

“So are you.”

“And you’re good looking.”

“Thank you.” I smiled. “So are you.”

“Maybe I’m worried that your hormones will get the better of you and you’ll…fumble.”

I laughed. “Like slip and fall on his dick? Or slip and slide mine into him? I don’t think people can fumble when it comes to cheating, babe. You either do it, or you don’t. And I didn’t. I won’t. And it takes more than a guy who is generically attractive for me to have sex, ya’ know.”

“He’s not generically attractive.” Lucas sighed. “He’s hot.”

“Are you planning to cheat on me with Jason?” I quipped.

Lucas couldn’t help but smile then.

“Stop it.” He said. “I’m trying to be serious. I don’t like you being alone with these guys. Even if I didn’t worry about your hormones—”

“Kind of you.”

“—I still worry about them.”

“They can’t make me do anything I don’t want to.” I shrugged. “So, if you’re not worried about me, you shouldn’t be worried at all, Lucas.”

With a frustrated sigh, Lucas began pulling his jeans on a little more roughly than was necessary.

“It’s funny, isn’t it?”

“What’s that?” Lucas huffed.

“We both have been through some really traumatic shit over the last decade, and you just got your memory back last night, then a werewolf bit you and Jason is hiding two dead bodies,” I explained. “And we’re here in your bedroom after a night of lovemaking arguing about you being jealous of two guys I have no interest in. We haven’t even talked about your memories. How you feel. All of that. Do you think we’re fucked in the head?”

“Obviously.” He was buttoning and zipping his jeans.

“Seriously.” I stood and walked over to him, still nude, and took his face in my hands, making him look at me. “Isn’t it weird that we’re just like ‘tra-la-la just another day in Point Worth?’ This is some really heavy shit, Lucas. Magic, werewolves, dead bodies, recovered memories, Kobolds, witches, fire-laser shit coming out of my hands…the person we won’t talk about out loud…a handful of months ago, I was finishing up filming a movie in Morocco and now…this. What the fuck is life, ya’ know?”

Lucas smiled warmly, and his eyes lowered.

“I’m sorry, babe.” He sighed before looking up at me once more. “I know this isn’t the best time for my jealousy. I’m really sorry, okay?”