“Are you really still mad about your panties?” She doesn’t look at me. “It’s not about what you did. It’s why.” Oh, she speaks. “Tell me why it bothered you, then.” Her eyes roll and it reminds me how young she is. How naïve and innocent she is. “Because you want to own me. And I’m not someone’s to own.” “You have no idea what it means to be claimed by me, sweet rabbit.” Her eyes flash to mine, fear radiating from them. “We aren’t going further. Wishful thinking isn’t going to get you inside me, Lex. There’s absolutely zero chance of that, so let it go.”
