“I’m getting in the shower. Will you be here when I get out?” She bit down on her lip, clearly considering it. “Do you want me to be here when you get back? I’m not fucking you tonight.” “That’s fine.” “Don’t say that.” “Why?” “It makes me want to fuck you.” Shaking my head, I laughed. “This could be so much simpler if you just… let yourself do you what you felt.” “If I did that, I would’ve run you over weeks ago.” “Damn, it’s like that?!” “It was,” she admitted with a shrug. “Now…” “Now what?” “Now I only want to run you over about half the time.”
