She loves passion of any kind. She loves to be angry, stubborn, joyful, or mischievous. The only thing she doesn’t like is a lack of feeling. Unfortunately, that’s what I am. Cold. Restrained. Lacking in pleasure. Until I’m around her. Then my senses crank up to a feverish degree. I smell and taste and see more acutely. It can almost be too much. It scares me, how I lose control around her.
