Sierra walked out of the Cathedral of Learning alone with her hands wrapped around the straps of her backpack and a small smile on her face when she spotted me. I kicked myself off my car, shoved my phone into my pocket, and dropped my gaze to her bare neck.
“Where is your necklace?” I asked, grabbing her backpack from her.
“Oh, it’s back at my apartment,” she said.
“Do you not like it?”
“I just don’t want it to get ruined tonight during class.”
“I want you to wear it,” I ordered, careful not to say more.
I wanted her to wear it to her classes, to her internship, while she was out with her friends, and especially while I had her bent over my desk at Radiant because when any other man even looked in her direction, I wanted him to know that she was taken. By me.
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