*Benjamin's POV*
Our faces were just a few inches apart.
"I can go with whoever I like," she said. "No, you absolutely can not!" I told her. "I can't see any reason why not!" she insisted.
"I can see a million," I told her. "Name one…" she provoked me.
"Because Malik thinks he is a casanova and he is not serious with you," I said placing her hands above her head.
"He was a perfect gentleman," she said. Her breath touched my face. "Stop taunting me like this!" I told her. "I am not taunting you in any way," she said and shrugged.
"You know that I can not see you with any one else. If you want to date or whatever it is that you want to do… do it with someone that I do not know, and do it when you are back in Malibu," I spoke.
Her body was pressed against mine. Her breathing began to spike. "You are not in any position to tell me who and who I can not date. And where I date is certainly not any of your business either!" she yelled.
