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kes over me. A mixture of possessive desire and uncontrollable jealousy. , only mine. The blood pulsed through my veins like a war drum. Fury dominated me. I stood up, almost k

ar, hot...! I muttered in my thoughts. My teeth were clenched with rage, my muscles tense like guitar strings about to snap. The battle of wills between us was palpable, an electricity that ran through the air and carried the promise of an even bigger storm. Epic. "I have to go now," she said in a sweet voice. "I arranged to meet a friend and I think he's already here." She said, her eyes fixed on mine for a brief moment. "See you later... Tyler," an enigmatic smile formed on her lips before she kissed my cheek lightly. Amy turned around, disappearing into the crowd like a ghost. My blood boiled with an intensity I'd never experienced before. Anger, fury, frustration... A whirlwind of emotions that consumed me from the inside. I grabbed the beer and emptied it in a single gulp, trying in vain to calm the fire that was devouring me. "Looks like you're not going to get your blonde devil today, stud?!" Simon mocked, fanning the embers of my irritation. "Fuck you!" I exclaimed, throwing the empty bottle on the table. My eyes scanned the room, searching for the figure of the blonde who had me spellbound. There she was, next to a man I didn't recognize. A wave of envy overcame me, a feeling I had never experienced before. It was Brandon Jane, another colleague, a doctor. I watched them with a mixture of anger and fascination. Amy seemed at ease by her side, laughing and chatting animatedly. Their fingers would touch every now and then, in a casual contact that made my heart ache. I felt helpless, like a caged animal. The blonde who kept me awake at night was now with another man, and I could do nothing to stop it. Jealousy ate away at me from within, turning me into a bitter spectator of the scene that was unfolding before my eyes. I watched Brandon's every move, every subtle touch, attentively. Their fingers would intertwine for a brief moment, only to be separated by Amy. Like a hesitant dance of desire and restraint, one thing was certain: Brandon wanted her, it was evident in every smoldering look he gave her. But Amy... Amy was an enigma. Despite the attention Brandon paid her, his gestures and words indicated a desire to maintain a safe distance. A long-standing friendship, perhaps, with deep roots that resisted