But Connor pinches my chin and forces my gaze on him. Our eyes connect on a different level. The world becomes small. No Scott. No shower. No rush of water or nakedness. Just me. Just him. Just us. Together again. Desire blankets and pulses and shrouds me in its heady web. Wants and urges bubble, feelings that have been caged since we moved to the townhouse. It all springs to life, and I see the longing swim in his deep blues.
OMG
