"I could easily say the same to you," Monica retorted, placing her hands on his chest to push him away. It did not work, as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them on either side of her, his eyes flashing purple for a small second.
"I just cannot do what you do, Monica," Tyson whispered huskily, his breath fanning against her lips. "I don't have the energy to do that, I'm not built like that."
"Neither am I, Tyson," she whispered, her eyes flickering down to his lips. "But you wouldn't know that."
"Just... Just stay away from him, alright?" Tyson said, looking her in the eye. "I can't stand it when any part of him touches you, it's like, something within me starts burning, and all I wanna do is break his bones."
Monica gulped, before taking a deep breath, as tears started to form in her
