Then it looked like he was remembering something. He narrowed his eyes at the person behind me. Any softness in his gaze that was on me was now gone as his shoulders tensed once again. Both his hands formed fists and clenched at his side.

"You love roses. Are you fucking kidding me?" He bellowed at me, hinting that he had heard the whole conversation.

I said nothing.

He kept his voice void of any emotion and that was even more scarier than him exploding "You can return the gesture by taking him roses to his grave when I put him ten foot under the fucking ground."

"It was a joke." I defended.

"Do you see me laughing?"

Forgetting that I was meant to be pulling myself away from his embrace, I reached out and put my hands over his clenched ones. After a second or two, they relaxed and he intertwined his fingers with mine.

I did not look up at him while I sauntered around his huge form.

Walking down the corridor and leading him away from Chase for the sake of the quarterback's safety, I did not let go of his hand. It was only when I could feel him tense that I let go and swivelled around to face him.

"Say what you want to say to me because I can feel the anger radiate from you." I challenged because if he hated me then he would let me go "Stop treating me like I am going to break."

He made his way over my way to me in long threatening steps until I was backed up against the locker.

His hands rest on either side of my head, leaving me entrapped. His obsidian eyes were dark with fury. It was like looking into a dark sky as a storm took place. His nostrils flared as his rage simmered on. Once he had taken a deep breath then his preying unfaltering gaze set on me again.

"You punched Chase." I stated instead of asking "You broke his nose and fractured the bone into seventeen different places."

"Eighteen." He corrected without an ounce of guilt.

"Why?" I challenged.

"You are mine. I will rip apart limb by limb anyone that thinks differently." His tone came out hard and husky.

It was filled with undisguised and murderous jealousy.

My heart was a traitor. It clenched at the pain in his voice and the sight of tension in his stance. My body too betrayed me as the way it was reacting to him now was out with any of my control.

"Here is a reason we can not be together." I poked his chest as I stated the obvious "You are a possessive caveman."

"You, mine. I, yours." He spoke like he was actually a caveman while his lips pressed together in a scowl.

I bit back my minuscule amount of amusement and instead glared at him.