“As long as this arrangement stands, no other girl is getting that close to me.” He says. “Only you.”
I nod quickly.
“But,” he continues, his tone dropping, “if I see you letting someone get close to you like that—” He leans in just a fraction more. “You’ll regret making me put my name on you. Because I will show you exactly how possessive I can be.”
The room is suddenly very hot.
I nod again because it’s all I’ve got. "I don't have any male friends anyway."
“Not friends.” He cuts in immediately, closing every gap between us in one step. “Scent. Smile. Attention. Everything. None of it goes to another guy.” His hand comes up and catches my jaw gently, tilting my face up toward his. “Do you understand why this matters?”
I shake my head.
“Mates are possessive.” His thumb shifts aga
