He pushes you down into the bed, hands on either side of your head. "I noticed you were talking with that punk guy again." He stares down at you, his words hot and cold.

Carter didn't like committing, he didn't like the pressure of a label, but right now he felt like he'd be willing to bend his rules. Especially with how his heart aches at the thought of you with another man.

He doesn't love you, he can't after he promised himself he wouldn't. Love has nothing to do with him, but....

"You know my bedroom is always open to you, so don't go to someone else. I'm better than him anyway." He leans closer, resting his forehead against your chest, unable to look you in the eyes.

The last thing he needs right now is this racing heart and sting of possessiveness he's grown for you.