It's not. Most of what you do makes no sense to me at all. But even you have to admit it makes no sense. You sleep with half the women you come in contact with. You don't do relationships. So why would you think of me as yours? Or I guess the real question is why would you want me enough to get jealous?

[ Sliding down into his lap was tempting. Nudging her knees into the space on either side of his thighs and settling on him was something she considered for a few moments, a thought she wasn't planning to act on despite liking the hand resting on her leg and the closeness she'd initiated. ]