¡No puedes decirme qué hacer, Travis! ¡No te pertenezco!

¡BUENO, YO TE PERTENEZCO!

That situation is a broken heart just waiting to happen

You don't care about reputations. What happened to the Travis that doesn't give a shit what anyone thinks

Travis watched me pull hair away from my face and then walked to the door, holding it open.

''I wouldn't let anything happen to you, Pigeon.

Yeah?... Oh, hell no, I got Pidge here with me. We're just gettin' ready to go to bed... Shut the fuck up, Trent, that's not funny... Seriously? What's he doin' in town" He looked at me and sigued. "All right. We'll be there in half an hour... You heard me, douchebag. Because I don't go anywhere without her, that's why. Do you want me to pound your face when I get there?" Travis hung up and shook his head. I raised an eyebrow. "That is the weirdest conversation I've ever heard.

He held me tight against him until I quit struggling, and then he flicked the strap of my dress, causing it to hang off my shoulder.

''Since the word virgin came out of those beautiful lips of yours... I have a sudden urge to help you out of that dress.