She twisted in his grasp again, and his eyebrows rose in amusement. A devilish smirk rose across his pink lips, and she felt heated as he bit down on his lip harder. Little did he know, she enjoyed fighting with fire. It was something she missed. An old feeling. But as it rose in her chest, she no longer knew why she was upset over a small thing. After he took care of her last night and this morning, she didn't want him to spend time with another woman. It was only the start, and she was beginning to feel possessive of him.