Nathan's POV
I couldn't explain the anger boiling inside me as I banged on Callum's apartment door.
When Hailee said she was with him—just casually, like it was nothing—something snapped in me. A possessive feeling surged through my chest, wild and out of control.
I tried to be rational. I really did. But different, slippery scenarios buzzed through my head, each one more maddening than the last.
I imagined her in his arms.
I imagined him kissing her—tasting those lips I just had not long ago.
I imagined him pulling her onto his bed, her fiery hair splayed across his pillow, while he touched her like she was his.
My fists curled tight at my sides.
No. She wasn't his. She couldn't be.
She was mine—even if I never said it, even if I kept pretending otherwise. No one else could touch her. Especially not him.
I banged on the door again, louder. "Hailee! Open the fucking door!"
No response.
