Rory’s POV
I lean against the wall outside of the room, trying not to focus on the low murmur of voices coming from inside of the room I just left. I don’t have much time to mull over my own confusing thoughts when Marcus walks out, alone, his face lighting up when he sees me.
‘That was quick’ I can’t help but snap at him, and I see the surprise in his face.
‘Uh, I was almost done when you left’ he replies, concern in his eyes, ‘Ror, are you OK?’ he asks me.
I bite down on my tongue, swallowing down the words that want to come tumbling out of my mouth about how I hated that woman touching him. That I wanted him to slap her away and to keep her flirtatious comments to herself, because he belongs to me! Because he doesn’t, and just because we’ve slept together a few times, doesn’t give m
