What I wouldn’t give to be that bottle right now. Fuck. I want to devour her mouth. Scratch that. I need to devour her mouth—and her body. I want it all. Every last bit of her. Her tears after a hard day. Her smiles when she’s happy. Even her attitude when she’s in a mood. I’ll savor it all. Crew will never appreciate those small moments the way I will. He can never fully give himself to her because he’s so hung up on his place in the Society.
