"Are you jealous?"
A crescent moon hung in the sky, its thin curve like the upturned corners of Rae Bennett's eyes.
Wyatt Wright looked at her without speaking.
"Are you?"
In Ardale, his father had hired many tutors for him, teaching him knowledge, etiquette, firearms combat, teaching him how to restrain and be patient, and how to be righteous and steady.
For men and women who can be responsible for their actions, can distinguish flirtation, have healthy love perspectives, and have a good sense of boundaries, feeling jealousy isn't a mature reaction, that was Wyatt Wright's previous thought.
But when it really came to him, he found that it was all easier said than done.
He admitted, "Mm, I am jealous."
Rae Bennett lifted the corners of her mouth, feeling cheerful, and skipped along while stepping on shadows with her hands behind her back.
For the first time.
Wyatt Wright was jealous.
