“If you knew the old me, you’d take back that statement. I don’t like losing.” Her eyes soften. “I don’t need to know the old you.” “And why is that?” My thumb moves toward her cheek, stroking the soft skin. None of this is fake now. Her reaction, my interest, the way both our bodies respond to each other’s touch. It’s all so fucking real, I can practically taste the attraction between us both. “Because I find this version of you intoxicating enough.” Her eyes flutter shut as she leans into my touch.
