He’s testing every bit of patience I have left. He flips around, his chest heaving and eyes filled with so many things it’s making my head spin. Fuck, I wish he wouldn’t look at me like that. Like he wants to be devoured. Like he wants to be completely owned by me. Both things I could do easily, but it’d be the start of our demise. “You’re drivin’ me up the wall. Fuckin’ with my head,”
