This boy makes me utterly fucking foolish, and I feel absolutely crazy inside.
I want nothing more than to wrap him in my arms and consume him from the inside out, but I have a feeling that’s going to have to wait a bit longer.
But what if I just…
I reach across the table and run the tips of my fingers over the back of his hand. He startles, eyes shooting wide at the contact, but he doesn’t move away, and that makes me feelalive.
I grow bolder by the second, and the next thing I do is wrap my fingers around the side of his hand and pull it across the table so it’s closer. I flip his hand and trace the lines of his palms back and forth until I see the prickle of gooseflesh along his arm.
Madison’s breath catches in his throat, and I want nothing more than to swallow the sound.
“What—what are you doing?”
“Just touchin’ you.”
“Why?”
“Why not? You’re here, and I want to, and I can, so…”
“Who said you could?” Madison snarks, and I smirk.
I glance up at him through my lashes. “Do you not want me to?”
“I didn’t say that. But it’s probably not smart for me to have met my stalker, let alone let him touch me.”
I bark out a laugh, head falling back. I garner the attention of a few patrons, but I don’t give a shit. My treat is funny.
“Ahh, little mouse, youforget.I’ve already beenall over you.This is just a little tour on the other side of the wall.”
“Oh,” he squeaks, and that beautiful flush returns, and my smirk grows into a full-blown smile that makes my cheeks ache. My heart clenches tightly in my chest, and I swear I can feel the muscle twisting.
I don’t know what this sensation is, but I think I fucking hate it.
It makes me feel out of control with all the stupid shit it’s been making me do.
Like revealing my name and my face. And meeting Madison at the club… andfuck.
I’m gone for him.
And I don’t think he has any idea.
Someone like me… someone impulsive and irrational and quick to strike with the desire for instant gratification…
I’m not the type of person to fall for someone. I can’t be.
I need people now.
I don’t wait.
But I’ve been waiting.
For him.
For weeks.
Just watching and waiting.
And here we are.
