Monica's POV
The door of Morris's apartment had barely closed behind us when I felt his strong hand circle my waist. With expert precision, he swept my hair aside and pressed his lips against the exact spot on my neck where Colby had placed his unwelcome kiss earlier.
"No one touches what's mine," Morris growled against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. "Not a single person will ever put their hands or lips on you again, Monica. You belong to me alone. You might feel betrayed or furious right now, but that doesn't change the fact that you're mine. I'm going to erase every sensation that idiot Colby left on your skin by kissing every inch of your delicious body."
I spun around to face him, anger flaring in my chest. "And what about you, Morris? Are you exclusively mine too? Or will you continue jumping into bed with any willing woman when I'm not around?"
