“Have you ever wanted something?” He pauses. “Somebody,” he corrects, eyes moving up and down my body with such intensity it makes my skin tingle. “So badly that you can’t fucking think when they’re around?” His voice hitches. Like he’s suddenly very aware there are stakes. High stakes. But he goes on. “And even if you shouldn’t, you can’t stop it? Have you ever wanted somebody so much that your fucking body goes hot all over when you’re around that person? Can’t think clearly. Lie in your bed at night, jerking it until you’re fucking raw? Ever felt like this?”
