“Who the fuck is he to say I don’t know how to keep my eyes off what isn’t mine, when he’s doing the exact same thing every time he looks at you? The man is married, but he still looks at you the way he did that night in King of Hearts. It’s inappropriate.” My eyes widen a fraction. “How does he look at me?” I ask, my voice weak. “Like he wants you. Like you belong to him.”
