"I’m not jealous." Heath & Diana
It was bad, but Diana was trying not to giggle. Heath’s arms were folded in front of him, his chest puffed out as he stood beside her, trying not to give the evil eye to the male model she’d been working with in her design class. It wasn’t very often that she got to see him like this. He was always protective of her, which she appreciated, but she really wasn’t ever around many other men before to elicit a jealous response from him. “Babe, look at me,” she said and took his arms so they were no longer crossed and instead were wrapped around her waist. “For starters, I know when you’re lying. And you really have no need to be jealous, I haven’t even looked that the guy twice. I’ve only got eyes for you. Second of all,” she paused and brought her arms around him, “Seeing you jealous is actually pretty sexy.” Diana grinned widely as she saw the smile that Heath had been holding back finally form on his face. “Now kiss me and show him who my man is,” she giggled.













