"Why can't I step away for one second without worrying about some creep trying to molest you?" she snapped, glaring at me with a storm of irritation and raw fury. I could practically feel the jealousy radiating off her. "Why don't you ever do anything about it?"
"Calm down. It was just a normal, harmless hug," I replied evenly. "She was just glad I'd recovered. We're on the same team, after all."
"I don't care," she hissed, her voice dropping to a dangerous low. "Stop letting these mindless, horny dogs have their way with you! You weren't even pretending to resist—you clearly enjoyed it. Do you want to hook up with them that badly?"
Before I could even think about responding, she grabbed my tie and yanked me closer, her knee pressing dangerously close to personal territory.
Tsk.
Why was she suddenly so intense?
