“I don’t want to be like this.” Noah frowned. “Like what?” “This,” he said, sounding frustrated. “Crazy. Possessive. I know my brain doesn’t work the way it’s supposed to, but it never really mattered before because I knew why I was put on this planet. My dad said the world needs people like me to maintain order. Balance. But I never thought I’d meet somebody and feel the way I feel when I’m with you.” “I like that you’re possessive.” Adam scoffed. “You won’t be saying that when you’re chained to the bed.” Noah lifted a hand to cup Adam’s face. “I like the idea of being chained to your bed.”
