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By the end of the night, Jason was on edge. The tension was so thick I could cut it with a knife. Honestly, I liked knowing he was protective of me. He wanted to beat the f**k out of Chazz Davies and a part of me wanted to see it. I could still feel the way he pressed against me earlier. My body wanted more, but I had to convince my mind.
“Jason, you okay?” I asked.
He opened the door to our suite and held it for me, before storming inside. He threw his jacket on the couch and huffed. “I’m fine, just a little pissed off.” I caught his gaze in the window as he looked out at the city lights. “I know you’re not mine and I know you’re a strong woman, but when the others looked at you tonight, I wanted to tell them to back the f**k up. I want to protect you from them.”
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