“This isn’t about words. It’s about us. Do you think I would disrupt my schedule and fly to Hawaii in the middle of a workweek for anyone else?” “It’s a nice destination,” I said weakly. “I thought it was obvious, but in case it isn’t, you’re mine, Stella.” His touch branded my skin with hot possessiveness. “I don’t want to see other women, and I sure as fuck don’t want you seeing other men.” Ice frosted the word men. “You belong with me. Exclusively. There is not a world or lifetime where that’s not true.”
