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( 𖤓 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘 𖤓 ) jealousy !
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THE CLINGING OF keys could be heard as Love unlocked the front door to her apartment. She stepped out of the chilly temperature and into the warmth of her home. Shutting the door behind her, she began making her way further inside. And as she did, she caught sight of him.
Clint was sitting on the couch with a half-empty bottle of beer resting in his hand. More empty bottles littered her coffee table. She honestly wasn't expecting to see him after the argument they'd just had at dinner. She then noticed a familiar look in his eyes—the one where she could tell that he was still angry.
"I don't want to fight," she sighed with a shake of her head as she sat her purse down on the kitchen counter.
"Are you sleeping around on me?" His cold tone and sudden wild accusation threw her for a loop. She blinked a couple of times, not believing that he just asked her that.
"Excuse me?"
"—Are you fucking him?!" He raised his voice, "Huh?!" He suddenly stood up from the couch, beginning to walk closer, tightly gripping the bottle in his hand. He was clearly in an infuriated drunken haze.
