“Fucking mine,” he growls again, as he takes his fingers out of me and sets me on the ground. I immediately bend over, panting with my shaky hands on shaky knees like I just ran a marathon. What the hell was that? It takes me a moment to compose myself, but when I do, he’s serious again, his eyes still burning as his jaw twitches. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. Am I supposed to touch him? Kiss him? I’ve never been uneasy around him. I hate feeling this way. “Why did you do that?” I ask quietly, to gauge his response. “To remind you.”
