Externally?Please. I’m a statue.
“Yeah,” he says. “That’s what I’m sayin’.
“I never wanted any of ‘em.
“Three hundred miles, never asked for it,
“none of it meant shit.”
He points at me—“You do.
“Didn’t feel agoddamn thing‘til you opened that smart mouth.”
I cock a brow.
My arms are still raised.
“Jesus, Drew. I’m still tryin’ to breathe through the first things you said. And now you just want me. Right now? That’s your plan? Rip open your chest, then crawl between my legs before I can bolt?”
He grins a dumb, shit-eating grin.
“Is it working?”
“Yes,” I snap.
Whatever. Fuck it.
He’s nodding slow, stepping closer.
“Good. ‘Cause I’m ready.
“I wanna be close to you.
“I want your taste in my mouth, Sonny.
“Don’t wanna just go down on you.
“I wanna go downwithyou.
“Fall apart together.
“You and me—right there, right fuckin’ now.
“Just for us. No contract. Real as it gets.
“I want you.”
He takes another step.
“In my mouth.”
Smirk half-cocked.
“Right now.”
Damn, I’m fucking good.
Didn’t even have to ask.
