Jealousy

[Denali’s POV]

I stare in the direction that Rosco disappeared while feeling something in me slowly shift, but despite that, I don’t move; after all, I didn’t have the right to. After a moment longer, I get up and head into the bathroom, which still holds Rosco’s scent, take a quick shower, then change into my night clothes.

Once I’m washed and comfortable, I get into bed and try to sleep, only to find that it evades me until finally the sun begins to rise. And despite the whole night passing, Rosco never returned.

When the emotions that I’m feeling begin to become too much, I get up, change into some workout clothes, and make my way out of the hotel and onto the street. Looking around, I make sure that Rosco isn’t hiding somewhere in an attempt to try to stay away from me despite knowing I was being ridiculous.

“Bastard,” I growl, beginning to jog.