“Look at me,” he says. My eyes meet his. He cages me back against the railing. “I can’t watch you flirt with another fucking guy.” I shouldn’t bring it up again, but I do. “I watched you go down on another girl.” Pain wells inside me again, my stomach tightening at the image. “You kissed her knee. You looked at her like she was beautiful—” He covers my mouth with his large hand. “Fucking stop.”
