“I don’t care. Do our roles bother you? Does our age difference?” “No. I don’t give a fuck about either of those things.” “Then what—” A look of uncertainty flashed in her eyes. “You don’t want me like that.” “What?” I grasped her hands in mine. “Are you kidding?” She bit her lip, her doe eyes peering up at me. I wondered if she could hear my heart because it felt like it might damn near beat out of my chest. “Angel, I want you so fucking bad. I’ve wanted you ever since the first time I saw you.”
