rubbed my thumb over her blossoming hickey with satisfaction. The primal, territorial part of me loved that I’d marked her. I wanted to shove it in her old friend’s face and declare her off-limits unless he wanted a highly unpleasant meeting with my fist. Just because I didn’t like Jules didn’t mean I wanted anyone else to see her like this. Body languid, face drowsy with contentment as she stretched against me. None of the prickly armor she wore in public. This was a side of her only a select few got to see, and no one else was invited to the fucking club.
