"What are you doing?" Gia jumped away from me at the sound of his voice, straightening herself to appear nonchalant. I let out a breath I wasn't aware I was holding. My eyes turned into slits when she smiled at me, which I returned with a scowl.
Jackass was looking at us with a perplexed expression on his face, which looked a lot better than it did on Valentine's day. He had a huge bruise on his jaw, and the cut above his eyebrow was stitched. I can't believe I did all that. He was standing by the door that led to the backyard, with baby blue swim shorts on and nothing else. The bruise on his stomach was larger than the one on his jaw, and I was overwhelmed by the wave of guilt that washed over me. It didn't give me any pleasure seeing him like this. In fact, I felt like shit.
