“Wanting you is far more than ‘inconvenient,’ Ariel. It’s fucking ruining me. Do you know that? How can you not see that?” His laugh, when it comes out, is utterly heart-wrenching. “I want you so much it’s rotting my bones. Every second I’m with you, I want to bury myself in you until we both forget our own names. But wanting—” He presses his forehead to mine and exhales wearily. “Wanting is how men like me get people like you killed.”
