“I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing to me, Jamie, but I can’t stop thinking about you. I’m pretty sure I dreamed about you every single night this week. You’ve become an unhealthy obsession and I think I’m starting to get addicted to your moans.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Your moans are a fucking drug, you know that?” I take a step back; his deep voice and scent are overpowering my rational thoughts. “And you know the best thing about all that? It’s that you’re addicted to me too. Your body already knows it, your mind only needs to catch up.”
