“Crushes? You think I have a crush on you?” He licks his lips and his jaw ticks. “Twelve year olds have crushes, they want to hold hands and go to the movies. I don’t want to just hold your hand. I want my hand wrapped around your throat while I devour you. The thought of anything happening to you makes me physically ill and the need to touch you whenever you’re in the vicinity has my knuckles white from fisting them at my sides. So no, this isn’t a fucking crush.”
