Quote of the Day
He looked at me as if he could smell my arousal. My mind was racing as I lay there, trapped in his sights...a helpless deer in the scope. I'd already told him to take me, not in words, but certainly in body language. Was I meant to beg? When I couldn't take it anymore, I rolled over away from him. I reached over and turned off the bedside lamp and shut my eyes. "Good night."
Why had I just done that? Well, because I'd practically said, Please fuck me, and he didn't.
"Good Night," Danny said softly from behind me.
I felt him move around, rolling away from me too, I suppose. I wanted to die. He'd allowed me to expose my want for him and then done nothing? What the hell was I blaming him for? He tried to pay me a lovely compliment, and my dirty-dirty need tried to twist that into something he never meant it to be.
~Ethan Day, As You Are