“Even the way he touches you—” He cut himself off, sucking in a hiss of air through the seam of his lips. “Keep going,” I said, challenging him. “How does he touch me, Cole?” “Like you’re his,” he said boldly. “As opposed to yours?” “No, that’s not what I meant. You’re property to him. A pet. Something he can train to his whims, even if he’s doing it without malice. I’m not saying this because I want you. I’m saying it because I care. Because you would do the same for me.”
