"It wasn't that," I said after a moment, thinking about what I was going to say before the words just came out.
"I love your possessiveness and your over-the-top need to protect me at all costs. If a guy looks at me for too long, you have my permission to growl at him. If someone wants to hurt me, go ahead and rip their heads off. But you aren't responsible for everything when it comes to me. I should be able to make my own decisions as well. No matter what their consequences might be."
"I understand," sighed Dominik, burying his head in the crook of my neck. I didn't know why that was the guys' favorite spot, but they all seemed to go there when they were feeling upset or uncertain.
