His intelligence and quick wit. The sharpness of his tongue when he lays into me, letting me have a taste of my own medicine. When he smiles and laughs and is fucking secure and honest with who he is. And while I’m insanely jealous of that freedom, it might also be the biggest turn-on of all. I’m beginning to realize resisting him was a futile effort from the start, and I thank my lucky stars I don’t have to anymore. Because right now? He’s all fucking mine.
