“Am I your boyfriend, princess?” My body fights a shiver, trying to tense up despite the words being spoken right against my skin. “Um, I thought you were.” I bite my lip, refusing to let myself look at his face. “You said I was yours.” “You are.” His voice is hard, his hand climbing up until it’s cradling the back of my head in a firm hold. “Okay then. Don’t ask stupid questions.”
