His hand moves to my throat, tipping my head back again so I have no choice but to look him in the eyes. “I am not the kind of many who does it doesn’t have to be anything, Olivia. I am all or nothing. And if I gave in, if I had you, I’d need it all. We can’t be all so we have to be nothing. Does that kill me? Absolutely. Do I want to drag you out of this godforsaken place and take you home and fuck you until the only word you remember is my fucking name? Absolutely. Am I going to? No. This is not that, Olivia. We are not that.”
