And the look on his face… shit, I can’t get it out of my head. The desire, the lust, the agony. The hunger. Even sketching it out in my secret journal hasn’t helped. Five whole pages worth, might I add. The words he said last night rush through my mind, the rawness with which he said them, making my head spin. It’s because I can’t stand the thought of anyone hurting you, okay? Anyone but me.
