“You know, you’re a damn idiot. You keep staring at her and she might finally notice,” he says, shaking his head. I should have known he wouldn’t let it go. “I don’t understand for the life of me why—” he cuts himself off. If he really thought about why, he’d have his answer. The reason why I would never act on the vibrating impulse to take exactly who I want and the way I want her.
