stop dragging me

★★★★

"What is this? Ah! You act like some sort of candy I was about to snatch from you," Harley exclaimed, disbelief etched across his face. Jasmine, equally surprised, glanced at Damon's wide back. She had merely intended to shake hands with the man who had been kind enough to save her from falling, but Damon had swiftly moved her behind him, shielding her like a gust of wind.

"Because she should not touch you," Damon blurted out. He knew his response was weak and lacked a solid reason. The possessiveness that surged through him was hard to justify, even to himself.

Harley's smirk widened, sensing Damon’s discomfort. "I believe she isn’t germophobic like you, nor is she your new plaything?" His words were laced with mocking amusement.

Jasmine’s face flushed with anger and humiliation. Harley’s insinuation hit her hard, confirming the fears she had been battling. She stepped out from behind Damon abruptly, her eyes blazing. "Excuse me?" she snapped, her voice sharp and clear. "I am ne