“Exactly. I’m a man of my word. I won’t touch you. But I know you want me to. I know the way you tremble when I say your name. The way you blush every time you look me in the eyes. Or when you bite your bottom lip when you get so flustered around me. I promise you that if I touch you again and give in to everything I’ve thought about doing to you…you’re going to want more.” He growls. I stand there, taking in his request.
