“That was his mistake,” I said, eyes glued to her fucking peachy ass, barely concealed by her scrap of a skirt. “He thought that he could put her in a cage and slap a label on top saying Look, but don’t touch.” I shook my head. “That girl is her own person, lad. Believe me. Nobody’s going to cage her.” “Except for you.” He chuckled. “No, lad,” I corrected, feeling my heart roar to life when she smiled across the room at me. “Especially not me.”
