Why? Because he had knocked me just two freaking times? Was that enough reason to act so possessive of me? Was that enough to make him so jealous of another man getting close to me? Just who was I to him?

His eye spoke nothing but jealousy. And I loved that fire of possession that I saw in his eyes. For whatever reason, I loved it. My heart jumped.

“How dare you treat me like a ghost?” His voice burned me whole, almost turning me into ashes. “You act so cold toward me, and then you cling to Morgan as if he matters. Watching you from a distance has been...