“And if I see other men?” I say, looking up at him. “That would be terrible.” “Terrible how?” “Well, you know. Young men, in their prime. Dying so early.” His tone is light, but his eyes blaze. “You’re jealous.” “Yep.” “And possessive.” “Only an idiot wouldn’t be possessive of the only woman he wants.” Well, there it is. “The only one, huh? You sure about that?” “Very.” I sit up. “Then show me.”
