KIAN
I forgot the last time I felt this way. Like I want to crush someone's head or set them on fire. If this is what they call jealousy, then fuck, I am jealous as fuck. I am not one of those fools who go around and refuse to admit how they feel. I am never one of those who go through denials. I know what I want. I go straight for it.
And I want Liam. I fucking need him. I have never wanted anyone more than I do Liam. Seeing a girl ask Liam out was the last straw.
I don't raise my hand against women, but right now I am sure tempted to do so. My mood takes another turn for the worse, and my jaw clenches. My face twitches, and I give in to my temptation and spank the thrashing Liam's ass. A surge of satisfaction runs through me at Liam's surprised gasp.
"What the hell, Kian?!" He throws his fists against my back. They are a little more effective than wind.
