He doesn’t smile back as he fists my hair in a painful grip. “You belong to me, Nikolai. I do not share, are we clear?” “Fuck. I love it when you get all possessive.” “That’s not an answer. I don’t want to see you with girls or guys hanging onto your arm or sitting on your lap. I don’t want anyone to touch you, period.” “Only if you don’t let anyone touch you.” “I won’t.” “Are you going to delete that one picture with Clara on you IG?” “You went that far back?” “So what if I did? I’m going to need you to erase her existence from your life.” “I’ve already deleted that post a long time ago.”
