“You’re mine,” he said, his voice rough. “I’m not letting you go.” “I’m glad we cleared that up.” “Do you understand me, Nevada? I’m not walking away. I thought I could, but I can’t and I don’t want to.” I brushed his cheek with my fingertips. “What makes you think I would let you go?” He pulled me to him, and I climbed over, onto his lap. He kissed my neck.
