His Jealousy

[William’s POV]

I’m moving before I even know what I’m doing, and when I move Marty’s hand off of Elise’s shoulder, I realize much too late that I’ve made a huge mistake. Eyes widening, I release the hand that I’m holding and shake off any lingering emotions I may be feeling.

“Aw,” Marty pouts, reaching out and grabbing my hand again. “You don’t want to hold my hand?”

Opening my mouth, I prepare to argue, but stop as he gives a pointed look over my shoulder, and I don’t need to turn to know that Rosco is watching me. I could only imagine the look on his face as he understood what has gotten into me.

“Should I maybe leave the two of you alone?” Elise asks, looking at our joined hands. “It looks like you are having a moment.”

“Don’t be too upset, beautiful.” Marty chuckles. “I know that you were becoming interested in me, but it seems that William isn’t willing to share me.”

Shit. These two were making the butt of a huge joke, but at least with this, the tension that could have formed b