Why? Because he had slept with 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 eyes spoke nothing but jealousy. And I loved that fire of possessiveness 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 ...