It’s not a sweet request but a fucking command, and like good old Cam and Lexi, my rage ignites at him thinking he can tell me what to do.

“Fuck off. I’m staying put. You can’t do shit about it; you don’t own me, so stop acting like you do!” I snap right back at him, verbalising that internal issue in my fury; anger meeting anger and our eyes lock on target. Fire in their depths.

“Watch me.” It’s that low husky growl that used to put the fear of God into me when ...