I feel like we’re racing toward his truck as he pulls me along. "Holden, can we slow down? What’s the rush?" Rather than answer my question, he stops dead in his tracks, picks me up, and throws me over his shoulder, catching me off-guard and causing me to shriek. "Oh my god. Holden, you’re making a scene." He slaps my ass. "I know exactly what I’m doing. Making sure everyone knows who you fucking belong to."
