I love you, Skye. You’re in my heart, in my head, under my skin. You’re my present and my future.
I’m the guy who knows how you can hurt so much that your insides feel like they’re cut and bleeding.
Maybe Duke was just the kind of person you don’t keep in your life, but the kind of person that changes your life forever.
If you were ready to sleep with me we wouldn't be in this bar, but in my room not wasting any more time.
With you and me, I don't know what anything means. We're pushing each other away and yet I don't seem to be able to let you go.
I want him and even if it's frightening, even if I may not be completely ready for a relationship, I want him. Now... And tomorrow, and all the following days.
His grip on my shoulder tightens. His other hand behind my head caresses me softly and I sigh. "Touch me, Skye." His voice is rough, almost sounding like a groan.
It's fine, but don't ask me to strip again or I'm going to wonder what your intentions really are.
Maybe I shouldn't trust him after all, just like he doesn't seem to trust me fully. Shit, is it always so hard to get close to someone?
