“But you’re mine, aren’t you?” I kissed him again. “And I’m yours.” “Then fucking act like it,” Hugh finally snapped, snaking an arm around my waist. “Because I won’t tolerate the kind of bullshit I saw back there.” Reaching up, he smoothed the hair off my face and then forced me to look at him. “Do you hear me? If you betray me, there’s no coming back from it. Not for me. Bipolar or not.” “I didn’t betray you,” I breathed. “I love you.”
Theres no coming back he says
