He’s hot beneath my touch, a furnace himself, and I hold on like a man starved. No matter how futile it seemed, there was always a piece of me that desperately hoped we’d end up here. I couldn’t let it go, couldn’t shake the possibility. I wanted him too much, and even now, it’s not enough. Like he said, it’ll never be enough. There won’t ever be a time where I don’t want this man. Where I don’t hunger for him.
