He scowls darkly and then touches his chest. “I’m clearly an option, and yet you still can’t ask me. I don’t fucking get it. Am I that revolting to you? You would rather go through withdrawals and bang some asshole than sleep with me?” I gape, choked for a response. He wants to sleep with me? “I’m not going to use you like I do these other guys,” I murmur. “Goddammit, Lily,” he curses. “I am standing here telling you that I want to have sex with you, and you still can’t accept it.
PERIODDDDDD. my lack of sleep is worth this tension. holy.
