I was beginning to think his eyes never changed. That they looked this same way always—guarded but not entirely cold, not quite closed off. There's so much more someone like this can accomplish if he keeps himself just that little bit open. That's the pull. And the kicker, too. That it's absolutely you he's fucking with. Not anyone else. That's the thing you've probably always wanted. Someone's undivided attention. And you've wanted it so much and for so long that the form it takes no longer matters.
tooooo real
