Pithy

"your bug bites look like hickeys" she said tersely, meaning that another person on the street might misinterpret my anguish for sexual contact, but she knew me better than that. "you get jealous!" I yell in the parked car, in the rushed manner that someone would speak something they had been wanting to say for quite a while, "when?" I reply that I do not know, to save myself from further embarassment. "I feel bad now" comes unsteadily from her mouth, seconds before exited my passenger door, I say "no" with the harrowing hope that the conviction in my voice would immediately void the sentiment I previously instilled. I drive away, while texting with my right hand "I wanted to hang out w you"