Maybe you're right

The following morning, Corey wanted us to go out for a jog, I don't do morning jogging, nevertheless, it was better than staying at home and enduring the tantrums of his annoying mother.

I got into my joggers and I accompanied Corey to jog, we jogged passed some girls who wouldn't stop to look at him, their admiration for my husband had me denoting a furious look at one of the girls, thankfully, she Understood and respectfully went away with her friends.

Corey saw that and said.

"Where you jealous?". He stopped and glanced at my face.

I stopped jogging and leaned against a tree to catch my breath.

"Me? Jealous? No!". I gave Corey a nervous laugh.

"Really?". He approached me, his hands were almost touching my cheeks when they froze.

"Muna? Your cheeks are red and it's beginning to show". He giggled and resumed his jog.

I scrubbed my cheeks, embarrassed.

I eventually joined Corey in his jog around the pack, Literally, everywhere we went there had to be someone who admired my husband.