The thought of so much as touching any part of Miller’s body without being paid for it leaves me dangerously inflamed. Dangerously afraid. Afraid for real because I don’t need to try it to know what it would be like. I know. It’ll be heaven and hell wrapped in smooth skin. Intoxicating. In fact, I’ve started trying hard not to breathe in when he’s close because I know what he is. A drug. A chemical reaction that causes a nuclear dopamine surge. A full-blown addiction waiting to take hold.
