The Mate Agreement
“You, have NO right to be jealous.”
“I’m not jealous.” He steps back, his frown deepening. “We had an agreement, which was your idea by the way.” His gaze finally meets mine, eyes wild and gloomy, the dark circles underneath his eyes proof that I wasn’t the only one who had shit sleep. He runs a frustrated hand through his hair then down his face, huffing out a breath. “I don’t want to see his filthy hands on you, and I don’t want anyone else to see you being all cuddly and touchy with another guy that’s not me because that was the agreement and I am your mate.”