He’s mine, she can’t have him, and she has absolutely no chance of getting near him if I have any say.

He pulls back suddenly, his face a picture of confusion and agony, and rests his forehead against mine, sighing heavily. He removes his hand, much to my complete disappointment, and runs his fingertips across my lips, his eyes filled with conflicting thoughts and regret.

“Who’s the over-thinker now?” I smirk, the tension still sparking between us. He smiles softly and ...