“Why didn’t I let you come?” he clarifies. I nod, my gaze averting. He smooths away my damp hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear. “Because I want you to think about me whether I’m in front of you or not.” His lips press to my temple. “I want you to ache like I do, with your eyes on me the whole fucking game. And every time I glance your way, I want you to feel it here
