Johnny watched the whirlwind of a person exit the staircase, speak to Mary, and then leave. It was about then that the too hit him and he realized fully what she had said.
He was pointing a finger across his body, following the man with his hand as he left. Not saying anything for a good minute, minute and a half after he'd heard the door close.
"Too? No." Johnny shook his head, also feeling irrationally jealous. "She was in my house. Our house. But there was no in bed. You woke up in bed with that guy? Like... in bed in bed?"
He didn't think he liked that. Not one bit. "Yes. Coffee. Please." But how could he be jealous? Really. That was a good question. How was he jealous right now?