“Okay.” I swallowed. “Okay, look. Edin and I are… together. Okay?” “Together?” Charlie echoed, eyes darting between us. “As in, together? You’re… It’s not just fucking?” I swallowed, feeling unsure and self-conscious, and looked at Edin. But he was already answering, voice imperious, as if daring Charlie to challenge him. “Yes, together. Together together. He is mine,” he growled out again, fingers twitching, no doubt suppressing the urge to grab me again.
