“No, you can’t,” he growled, dragging a hand through his hair. “Because I’m not Connor. I don’t give a shit about possessions—I’m happy to give them away because it’s just stuff. Material bullshit. I work my ass off so I can give things away. But you aren’t a possession.” I sucked in a breath when he reached out a hand and pushed my hair behind my ear. “I can’t walk away from you.”
