I lift my chin, capturing his lips. “We have the rest of our lives to make up for the bullshit of the last three years. But I don’t want to think about that right now. I don’t want to think about anything at all except how good it feels to have you touch me.” My lashes flutter, and he grips my breast roughly, his eyes blazing with desperation. If I had to guess, I’d say they’re a direct mirror of mine.
