“Why?” I murmured, my hand drifting into her hair of its own accord. “What is it you’re using it for that matters so much?” Mind your own business, asshole. But I just couldn’t with her, no matter how hard I tried, she circled through my brain a thousand times a day. I wanted to know everything about her, what she dreamed of, what she lived for, what she loved. And I equally wanted to cut out the piece of me that felt that way. She leaned down, brushing her lips over mine and the taste of temptation flooded my tongue, begging me to kiss her.
