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Jealous!? Ha! He laughed in the face of jealousy.  When you looked like he did, what was there to be jealous of, or better yet, who was there to be jealous of? Abs of a greek god, a face like chiseled marble, funny, smart, had money, there was no reason to be jealous. His girlfriend was crazy.  

"The face," she told him.

"There’s no face," he shrugged her off, refusing to even consider the notion that there was a face.  A face? Ridiculous! 

"There’s definitely a face," AJ nodded smugly.

"Don’t be like your character, next thing you know I’m finding pet rabbits in my soup, there’s no face."

"It’s a cute face if that’s any kind of consolation, kind of like a little puppy dog…if it had rabies…and lived in the woods…and wanted to you know punch the other puppies in the face."

"Whatevs," he wanted to put his hand in her face, but that seemed too 90’s cliche so he settled for folding his arms and turning away from her. 

AJ rolled her eyes, grabbing the laptop from the coffee table in front of her.  She lifted it up, turned it on and started typing.  He didn’t look over because looking over would mean he was curious, and he wasn’t curious. Her fingers were just tapping away, but curiosity could go sit in the corner with jealousy.

"Okay, look," she told him, but he refused to budge. "Are you really going to sit there staring at the wall all day?"

"I’m not staring at the wall, I’m staring at that light fixture and thinking of a joke for my next stand-up routine."

"Is the joke how many jealous guys does it take to screw in a lightbulb?  Because right now I’m just looking at the one…"

"Under any other circumstance, you would have had me at screw."

"Babe, knowing you, I’ll still have you at screw," she told him, and he tried to fight the smile on his face. Damn her and her witty banter, he never should have found that attractive in a woman.  

AJ reached out, pressing her index finger against the other side of his jaw, slowly turning his face towards her.  She lifted her eyebrows playfully, and the corner of his mouth lifted up against his will.  Damn her and those expressions!

"Right there," she said in her softest, most seductive voice, which she thought made her sound like she was ten years old, and he thought it sounded like she wanted to…well, do bad things to him. "Jealous face."

He watched it, and he had to admit, he wasn’t giving that guy the nicest eye, but it certainly couldn’t be considered the evil eye.  He would not admit that there was anything jealous in his expression.  It was simply him eyeing this guy who claimed to have a crush on his girlfriend, that’s all, that was it.