"And what's that?" he sneers.
"A man; that's what she wants—one who isn't afraid of his feelings."
"Go to hell," he whispers. "Just stop talking. You're stressing me the f**k out with all your s**t. If I wanted a psychiatrist, I would date one."
I smirk as I look out the window. "We're not dating, Elias. We're just f*****g. Get it right."
"You go out with Ava trolling for men tonight, and we won't even be doing that."
"Excuse me?" I snap as my anger starts to simmer. "You can't tell me what to do."
His eyes hold mine. "I can. And I just did."
"Elias." I pause as I try to think of a calm and intelligent reply. "I would never sleep with someone behind your back—you know that. But you can't tell me where I'm allowed to go. Even if you loved me, which you don't, I wouldn't allow you to
