Her eyes take on a flicker of hurt and she withdraws her hand. “I want you to want it, too.” I’ve said the wrong thing. I’m trying to be so very careful with her that I’m making her think I don’t want her. Nothing could be further from the truth. I want her so much that it’s utterly distracting. I want her so much that my hunger is completely taking over my every waking thought. Before she can pull away further, I lean in and close the distance between us, kissing her again. “I want you. I want this. I want us.” “If you’re sure—“ I kiss her again, just so she knows I’m absolutely sure.
