Love To Hate Me
His forehead presses against my chest, and I wrap my arm around him, holding him still as I glare at Nate.
"Fuck off before I blow your brains out."
Nate takes off in a sprint, his tail between his legs.
I tuck my gun into my pocket, my attention focusing on the person still pressed against me.
"You're acting possessive, straight boy," Jasper says, his voice muffled against my chest.
I smile, my fingers instinctively reaching out to caress his hair softly. "Shut up, loser."
You're mine.
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