“If you start experiencing the physical withdrawal symptoms, you have my permission to touch me.” Shit. I bit my lip and winced at my insinuating delivery. Someone fucking come get me. Now. Chrome’s quicksilver eyes swirled with a tempestuous heat, like molten lava. His nostrils flared. In a tone that came from his chest, he said, “I’m going to need you to clarify what you mean by ‘touch you.’ Because I’m going to be honest, Gray. There’s a million ways I want to touch you. And none of them are innocent.”
*pterodactyl screech*
