Jamie's POV
I was laying in my bed and my door opened. I didn't look up because I could sense that my mate had just walked in. I felt a hand touch my arm and I shot off of my bed.
"Don't touch me." I whispered to him, holding my hand up.
"Jamie, I'm sorry. I have control issues, I know."
I looked away from him, crossing my arms. "I don't care."
"Yes, you do, baby. I can't change it. Trust me, if I could, I would."
I turned away from him, so I could stare out the window. He sighed and I heard him walking towards me. He set his hands on my waist, pulling his body flush against mine and I let him.
"You can protect me, Jamie, I know you can. But I don't like to seem weak around anyone."
"You won't seem weak if-"
"I will. Maybe I won't seem weak in front of other people, but I will to
