she whispers. I grab her hand, loving the feel of her hand in mine and pull her up the stairs, careful not to make any noise. When I reach my bedroom, I pull off my shirt as soon as the door closes, desperate to feel her. I want her body pressed against mine, feeling her soft skin against mine. I can barely think as she devours me with her eyes. Those green eyes trace my body like I’m a painting. The way she looks at me has me wanting to do a hundred pushups a day just to keep her looking at me like that.
