You can’t tell me<br />what to do anymore, Travis! I don’t belong to you!â€<br />In the second it took him to turn and face me, his<br />expression had contorted into anger. He stomped toward<br />me, planting his hands on the bed and leaning into my face.<br />“WELL I BELONG TO YOU!†The veins in his neck<br />bulged as he shouted, and I met his glare, refusing to even<br />flinch. He looked at my lips, panting. “I belong to you.
