Hailee's POV
His lips curled into something that wasn't quite a smile. "If I get to be with other girls too."
The words hit me like a slap.
My entire body stiffened. The air seemed to vanish from my lungs.
"What?" I breathed, barely able to speak.
"You heard me," he said, voice low and hard. "If I have to watch you give your time, your kisses, your body to other men… then I'll do the same. I'll go out. I'll be with other girls. And you won't question it."
Pain lanced through me like a blade. I felt sick.
I imagined him with someone else—his hands on another girl's body, his lips kissing her the way he kissed me. I pictured him laughing with her, touching her, holding her—and I couldn't breathe.
"No," I whispered, shaking my head. "No, Nathan…"
He raised an eyebrow. "Why not? That's what you're asking from me, isn't it? You want me to share you. Why can't I do the same?"
"Because I—" My voice cracked. "I can't take it."
