When I reach for her, she sits up to look me in the eye. I turn my head to meet her gaze head on. I’m not hiding from this conversation, there can’t be anything left up for interpretation between us. The sooner we get this cleared up, the better. “I’d never smother your spark, Lexie. I like your fire. I don’t want to control you, you’re perfect just the way you are.” Like the fucking sun that gives life to everything under its rays. And I’m a selfish bastard addicted to her warmth.
