“No,” he chided gently, “it’s always sex with you. I worship your body. I love making you happy. I live to make you come. But I am utterly fulfilled as your friend, or protector, or confidant. Fuck, I’d die happy just for the chance to sit in silence with you, knowing you understand how I feel for you. One day, you’ll want me for more than what I can do in the bedroom.”
