(You would back up until your legs hit the bed, wouldn’t you? And then he would lean over you, take it from your fingers, tear it open, and slide it on while you watch him. You would not be able to look away. You would not even breathe until you felt him shove into you.)
My whole body shivered, and I gripped the doorframe harder, my nails digging into the wood. “You are going to get me killed,” I whispered, but my voice was shaky, needy.
(Killed? No. f****d until you cannot walk? Absolutely. You think you can keep pretending you do not want him, but I can smell it. I can feel it in you. And do you know what else? So can he.)
My breath hitched, my cheeks burning hotter. “Shut up.”
(He wants you, Lily. He has wanted you since the first day. You could drop to your knees right now, right h
