“You can’t just bully me into doing what you want! You can’t even call me your girlfriend without stuttering and making excuses, but you want me to move in? What sense does that make, Owen?” “I don’t give a fuck about any of that,” he said with a curl of his lips as he pressed his forehead against mine. Rowdy was standing so close now that all I could see was the white of his eyes. “Take your motherfucking ass upstairs before I lose my motherfucking composure.”
