I wanted those eyes on me and me only, not the fucker who scared her. Fear had been dominant in her endless blue pools, and it was the last thing I’d wanted to see. I never wanted fear to be in her eyes, not around me. I wanted to see how bright her blue became when she was happy, to see how her pupils dilated when her body was overcome with desire, and then earth-shattering pleasure. I wanted to see those eyes again. No—I needed to see her again.
