He looked up then, obviously hearing the plea in my voice. I wasn’t begging because I needed to know all of his secrets. I was pleading for him to open up to me. I wanted to know more about him. I couldn’t explain it, but my feelings for him had morphed beyond the scintillating desire and strained animosity always radiating between us. It was more tender now—fragile—something I wanted to explore and truly wanted to expand.
