would be like to have her on my lap, with her legs wrapped around my hips, and show her how crazy she makes me feel. For once, crossing the forbidden line between us doesn’t sound like a bad idea at all. It sounds like fate. And I suspect she feels it, too, when her thumb starts caressing the bare skin on my neck. When those soft lips part and her breath quickens. I need her. And I want her to need me, too. “Reed…” She whispers my name, and it’s never sounded so fucking sweet.
