“Because you belong to me.” Smoke gusted from between his lips and fanned across their cheek. “And I don’t like it when people touch my stuff.” “Stuff.” They snorted and turned on their heels. “Please, I’m not you’re—” Eli seized them by the throat, halting them in the doorway. “You are. Whatever you were about to say, it’s bullshit. You’re mine, period. Full-fucking-stop.” He pulled them against him, their spine to his torso, and ran his thumb along their jaw. It was a tender hold, easily escapable. They rested the back of their head beneath his chin. “Body and soul, remember?”
