Book Two - Snippet #4

 He takes advantage of this opportunity to push me up against a plaster wall that's flaking away exposing the red, aged brick underneath. Colin demands my swollen, abused lips again. I gladly allow him access. When he’s finished kissing me, he looks into my lavender eyes with a fierceness that's reserved for football and me. He firmly states, making sure I hear every word, “I’ll add this to my list of things that I don’t care about. I don’t care what anyone thinks of our relationship. I don’t care who sees me making out with my girl. You’re mine, and you aren’t going anywhere.”
There’s a small part of me that would like to salute him because he’s so serious and determined. I choose to allow him to drag me back to our hotel room instead.