I’m getting almost drunk on the way he’s watching my face, on the way he’s staring at me like he’s never seen me before. No one has ever looked at me like that, like they’re helpless and caught in the gravity of everything I am, everything I can give them. I want more. I need him to look at me like that until the universe around him explodes in a wash of obsession—until he admits how much he wants this. How much he needs me. I need to hear him choking on my name, on sobs, on pleasure. I need him to belong to me.
