“This is okay, right? You’re not touching me. You’re just looking.” “You found a loophole,” he murmurs, full of praise, and I blush at the attention. “You like me looking at you, don’t you?” “Yes,” I admit, and I play with the thin strap of my top. “It makes me feel wanted.” “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else, Mae. In another world, you’d already be mine.”
