I liked the way she looked at me when she thought I wasn’t paying attention. I loved how she looked at me when she let her guard down and allowed herself to do it. I fuckin’ loved the way she looked at me when I was naked, inside her, making her come, or any combination of the three. But I wanted her to look at me with the same open longing she had for the various baked goods. Christ, I’m getting jealous of dessert. Sad, man. Just pathetic.
