ONLY MINE.

SYNOPSIS.

“Let’s go over this one more time. I don’t believe it sank in well yesterday. If you drink your morning coffee standing half-naked, wearing only a man’s shirt, it’s going to be MY shirt and with me. Only me.”

I felt something dangerously close to butterflies erupting in my stomach hearing his words, but I didn’t want to jump to conclusions. So I tried to keep cool and smug when replying.

“A little possessive for a womanizer like you, don’t you think?”