And when you asked me if you should stop, I was caught between “no, don’t” and “please don’t” and I could taste desire on the very tip of my tongue. Split hair ends kissing nipples and fingertips caressing bare hips. I was sure you knew I couldn’t give an answer because at my hesitation you said “I’m going to tear you apart and put you back together”. It was then I knew I’d let you do whatever you wanted because in the end, you’d put me back together again.