"Your wild nights out are officially over," he says, frowning.

"My wild nights?" I echo, confused.

"Yes. No more sneaking off to clubs alone. And definitely no more drinking like a lunatic."

I glare at him, but he ignores me. I get up, not caring that I’m nearly naked, and walk over to see what has him so annoyed.

"What are you looking at?"

He shows me a photo on his phone—one where he’s holding me in his arms and, unbelievably, it looks like I’m kissing him.

"Do you realize what this ...