His Possession
He dropped my jaw, “this is the last time we are talking about this, understood?”
I took a step back from him not liking this new side of him, he looked down at me and I nodded quickly, “I understand.”
The rest of the night seemed to drag after our conversation. After we had returned downstairs Lucas had gone back to talking to his friends. I debated about pulling my phone out and playing a game or checking my email, anything to keep myself entertained. Looking down at Lucas's hand on my thigh I couldn't help but see it now as controlling, maybe even possessive. It was his way of letting everyone know that I was with him. You could see an air of authority around him that I had missed before.