I didn't think it was possible for me too. Now that I have…I've got to have it. I've got to have you."
"It's just sex, James. Super awesome sex, but that can seriously screw with your head when the two people doing it aren't good for each other."
"Bullshit. I've admitted I fucked up. I can't change what happened, but I can sure as shit get pissed that you want to cut me off because of it.
You laid out your rules and I adjusted them to accommodate them, but you won't make even a tiny adjustment for me. You have to meet me halfway." His face was hard with frustration. "At least give me a damn inch."
I stared at him, trying to figure out what he was doing and where this was going. "What do you want, James?" I asked softly.
He caught me to him and cupped my cheek in one hand. "I want to keep feeling the way I feel when I'm with you. Just tell me what I have to do.
