Page 138 of Power Play

His fingers tightened around mine.

“You.”

I swallowed. “You’re choosing me.”

“Yeah.”

The simplicity almost hurt.

Ryan looked mildly confused by the fact that I needed to hear it again. “I’m seeing where this goes with you. I told you I’m not fucking anybody else. I’m not dating anybody else, and I’m not collecting options in Flint in case this gets inconvenient.”

My heart kicked harder.

“Before you ask, I don’t want you doing that shit either.”

I smiled faintly. “So possessive.”

“I’ve never lied about that.”

“You trust me?”

“Completely.”

His answer came fast.

I looked down at our hands. “Then why worry?”

Ryan’s mouth curved. “I trust you. I don’t trust twenty-year-old college guys with functioning eyeballs and six days of poor decision-making opportunities.”

I laughed. “That’s ridiculous.”

“I know exactly what dudes on campus think when they look at you.”

“They don’t look at me like women look at you.”

Ryan stared before laughing again.

“Charm.”

“What?”

“You have absolutely no fucking idea.”

“No idea about what?”

“How many guys watch you.”

“They don’t.”

“They do.”

“Ryan.”

“I’m standing next to one of the prettiest women who ever walked across that campus.”

My face heated immediately, but he didn’t smile.

“I’m serious. They notice you. Half of them are intimidated, and the other half are hoping someday you’ll notice them back.”