Douglas POV
The eyes following us as we walked through the central area were not uncommon for me; often, I have people stare at me when I enter a room, but was Jessica used to this?
My protective self decided to reach over and place my hand on her lower back, part protection and part to keep me from ripping their eyes out for staring at her like that.
She was mine.
I have no idea where this strong feeling came from. I had never been this possessive before.
It took all my willpower to keep walking and be mindful of adjusting my pace to suit Jessica's, because my anger at the attention she was drawing was making me want to get her out of this area as quickly as possible. I was uncomfortable, and it made me wonder how Jessica felt.
The woman we were following opened a door without kno
