She leaned slightly toward him. "Are you nervous about going out to dinner? I remember you said you hadn't been on a date since high school."
He blinked at her, then shook his head. "No…no…it's not that. I want to at least pretend tonight. Be a normal, respectful man. Someone who deserves you. It's just… I'm mad, Vee. I'm helplessly crazy. Because the only thing I am currently thinking of doing to you right now is fucking you. That's it."
Vee let out a soft chuckle. The honesty in his admission was intoxicating. "Would it help if I said I was thinking that too?" she asked.
His head snapped toward her slightly, eyes blazing with frustration. "Well, fuck no! It's not helping. I…" He let out a sharp sigh, as if he was struggling to rein in the storm inside him. "Fuck! I love fucking you, don't get me wrong. It's the best part of my life, but…I want to be more. I want…I want to love you."
