I shake my head, trying to refocus my brain on the main point here. “But I’m not your property, Miles!” “In my mind, you are,” he replies, his jaw tight, his lips pinched. “And I really need you not to do things to make me jealous.” “Why?” I nearly sob. “Because if you make me jealous, then I won’t be able to stay friends with you.” “Why?” Good God, man, just fucking take me! “Because it’ll make me want to fuck you, so you don’t ever want to look at another guy again.”
Okay this is weird.
