“You’ve been honest with me, so I’ll be honest with you. I want you. You know that. The thought of giving you everything that I am terrifies me, but I’d happily trade my stories for yours. I want your hands on my skin, your tongue in my mouth, and your body—” He groaned, “Then do it. You have me.” His hand stretched out, his fingers imploring me to take them. “Please…come here.”
