God, was it fucked up that I wanted him to spoil me more? I wanted him to watch me, to give me all his attention. I wanted to hear more of those startled little huffs he made when he was surprised by a joke, like the joke had snuck up on him and shocked the laugh right out of him. I wanted to be the center of his universe. I wanted him to want me just as badly as I was beginning to want him.
