By the time we broke apart, we were both breathing heavily, lips swollen and I knew—I could see it in her eyes. The lust. Her lust, for me. The thing that had been building, growing, and festering since the very first time we saw each other, the first time we spoke. I had known, even then, that I wanted her. And I couldn’t ignore it anymore, couldn’t ignore the way my body responded to hers, the way she made me feel things I didn’t even know I could feel.
