That was how my boyfriend found me, a pack of ice over my stomach and with Ash sitting beside me on the coffee table. As I had expected, he didn't like the scene that he found. Jean-Carlo's face scrunched up in anger the moment he saw me lying on the couch and he approached Ash with a newfound determination that could only mean trouble for these boys.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing with my girl?" Jean-Carlos yelled, his loud voice echoing through the large room.
"Nothing," Ash said. I suspected the only thing that saved him from being punched by Jean-Carlos was the lack of guilt in his voice. He sounded like a person who knows he didn't do anything wrong and couldn't be proved to be at fault.
"Jon," I called the nickname for my boyfriend. "Cut it out. He was only trying to help."
"Yeah, by feeling you up," Jean-Carlos argued, gesturing to my exposed stomach.
