" Babe, what the fuck?” I looked into Shayla’s eyes. “You automatically go into attack mode for me? Why?”
“I don’t know any other way to be. Not about you. I can’t help it.”
My chest expanded with a breath.
Fuck me
…
I bent down to get closer to her, rasping, “Why?”
“I can’t help it,” she repeated on a whisper. “I can’t, Sean. I’ll protect you first, ask questions later always. I’ll take on anyone, I don’t care.”
“Fuck,” I growled, cupping her face and getting even closer, needing closer. “Shayla… "

― J. Daniels , Bad for You (Dirty Deeds, #3)