Protecting My Heart From The Jock
“You think I do not see what this is? You do not want Bear because you care about that dog. You want something that still belongs to her so you can yank her back whenever you get bored. You want her scared and available so you can keep playing out those selfish little fantasies and those weird kinks you never had the guts to call what they were. You are an obsessed, toxic animal in a nice jacket, and I am done watching you pretend this is about a golden retriever.”
“Maya.” My face went hot. “Enough.”
She did not hear me.
Or she did, and she did not care.
She grabbed my iced coffee off the table, turned, and dumped the whole thing down the front of Grant’s jacket. Ice hit his collar. Coffee r