He took another step, his hand around my chin to yank my face up to his. He didn’t speak. Didn’t talk. But somehow, the gap that hung between us, that painfully loud silence, felt more like a question. Can I touch you? It said. But I was wrong. It was all in my head, or in the LSD I had dropped before walking in here because it was Bear’s favorite drug. Men didn’t ask—not ever. I took another step toward him, peering up at him behind batted lashes. “Take me.”
