He’s crawled under my skin, burrowed beneath the surface and made a home there. And while it was irritating at first, it’s gotten to the point where…I like him there. Want him there. My eyes sink closed, finally allowing myself to admit what I’ve known for a while now. I want him. This stick-up-his-ass, frustrating-as-hell guy who, quite frankly, wants nothing to do with me.
