“I love when you do that,” he says. “What, when I breathe?” I joke. “You need to get out more.” “I love when I touch you, and you try to act like it’s nothing.” “Are you calling me a bad actress?” “You’re a great actress—you know you are.” He pushes in deeper, rocking gently, in and out. “But when you secretly melt like that, you have no idea how sexy it is. It’s a gift,” he whispers. “Something only for me.”
