“Tell me to stop,” he whispered. “What?” He paused for a moment, touch hovering over the spot I wanted it most. “Tell me to stop, Lennox. Tell me it’s a bad idea. Tell me this is reckless. Tell me we shouldn’t be doing this for any number of fucking reasons that I can’t even think of right now.” “But I—” “Because if you don’t,” he said, interrupting me. “God help me, I don’t think I can. Not unless you tell me to.”
