(Steve's POV)

"Don't you dare," I growled, taking another step, closing the distance she'd tried to create. "Don't you dare act like I'm the only one with desires here, Mabel. Don't you dare pretend there isn't something between us."

“Pretend?” She snickered and shot back, “I'm not the whore in different women's beds every other day.

“Whore?” My eyes flew wide in disbelief. Such audacity; no one had ever called me a whore.

“What, did I get the label wrong? Is 'slut' more to your ...