“I spent the most hormone-fueled years of my life wanting to touch you, Jess. Wanting to…never daring. I learned not to even look at you.” He laughed, bitterly. “Meanwhile you’d touch and tease and laugh in my face for it. You knew. You knew how badly I wanted you.” He released his breath: heavy, tense. “So if you think I’m not going to savor every moment of this, if you think I don’t have the discipline to wait even for my own satisfaction, you’re dead wrong.”
