He was watching you attentively from the corner of the coffee shop. He was just waiting for you to come back with y'all's coffees but you were caught in a conversation with the cashier. He was obviously hitting on you but you were oblivious. The way he was looking at you... it made Jason's blood boil. He shouldn't be allowed to look at you like that. He hates this burning ball of jealousy in the pit of his stomach but he couldn't help it.

He pouted from the corner of the shop, becoming jealous of the situation. Your attention should have been on him. He didn't care who that cashier was but it mattered who you were. To him you were his. He walked over and wrapped his arms around your waist protectively from behind and whispered into your ear with his lips just barely grazing your ear. "Mine." His voice deep and husky.