“I love that I’m the only one who sees you like this, all hot and bothered and fucking mine.” I sink my fingers in his silky strands and tug his head back so that I’m looking down on him. “You’re mine, not the other way around.” “It’s not a competition. I can be yours while you’re mine.” He grins. “Love these sudden bursts of possessiveness, baby. You better not have had them with others.”
