“How would you feel if Maya dated another person who is willing to love her like you described earlier?” I clench my hands. The thought of her dating, kissing, or fucking another guy makes me sick. I don’t deserve her, but screw anyone else who tries. “I wouldn’t like it one fucking bit.” “And why is that?” He doesn’t flinch at my cursing, further evidence of why I like this man. “Because I’ll be wishing it was me who could do those things with her.”
