“Gone quiet,” he taunts. “I’m fighting with myself over what to say next. I don’t want to say the wrong thing and go too far.” “What do you mean?” “Some of the things I think about you sound obsessive, even to me.” He leans in, the smell of his cologne making my head swim, and runs his tongue around the hinge of my jaw, all the way up to my ear. “I’ve obsessed over you for years, Remy. Never hold yourself back with me.”
