“Tell me you want me.” My voice came out in a breathless whisper, my fingers digging into the thick muscles of his arms. He rested his forehead against mine. “I always want you.” “Tell me you need me.” I needed to hear and feel it, and I didn’t care how it made me sound or if it made me weak. I was so tired of being used. Being unwanted. Being alone. “Always.” He panted. “I can barely breathe without you, Dianna.”
