I will explore him till I discover what is pulling us together in this way, whether it is lust or some other kind of f**k. He cannot be a stranger and radiate a contradictory emotion, or perhaps it's the fire growing between us that is playing havoc with my head.
"I will be forced to believe that you want more than just a bath if you continue to devour me in this manner." I jolt myself up from the seat in response to what he says.
Oh, f**k these obnoxious, tight muscles! Are they really getting worse by the second?
Once more, I'm in his arms as a result of my stumble and him playing the caring guy. The heat is already rising as I scour his eyes for the source of this scorching fire but am unsuccessful. It's impossible to read this look, and I abhor it.
"And you are not doing the same?"
