Even as I said it, shame cut through the possessive jealousy riling me up. What was I doing? Trying to get Edin to commit to me or something? I was being a fucking idiot. I couldn’t stay with him. I had to leave. I had no right to get jealous. No right to make Edin promise anything. God, I was such an asshole. I was already shaking my head, flustered, about to go back on my words. “I didn’t—” Edin stopped me with a firm grip on my chin, tapping my lower lip with his thumb. “I don’t want anyone else, Hunter,” he told me, his impossibly deep voice curling through my belly.
