And that was exactly what I wanted to do—rip him apart. Tear into his sanity, his patience, his shirt. I wanted to… I needed to… I didn’t know which one of us moved first. Whether he grabbed my waist, or I seized his shirt. Whether he pulled me to him, or I yanked him to me. We collided like two dying stars, our mouths crashing into each other with hungry desperation as everything exploded.
