And suddenly, she pulled me up against her, her arms around my waist to keep my close to her—extremely close. I swallowed my smile, already being hypnotized by her stare, her eyes glistering darkly in desire and god, sex. She held my wrist, pulling it up to her waist. Oh no. This was bad. She tilted her head, staring at me, watching me gulp and shiver against her touch, submitting to her controlling self. For god sakes, we were in public!“You’re mine,” she whispered seductively to me and I cringed, almost letting out a whimper and a slight hint of just wanting to call her name. I felt her hand tightening around me. “Only… mine,” she whispered again. “I don’t need to feel jealousy when I know that we’re never going to get enough of each other… I don’t share. You’re mine.” Hers.