Ardor

"I'm not who you think I am," I whispered, shaking my head and backing against the wall. He just didn't understand! He is making this harder than it is supposed to be, his infamous stubbornness and ego getting in the way. His eyes bore themselves into mine and he gently placed is hands on my hips, resting his forehead against mine.

"I know," he whispered back leaning in further, his lips just inches away from mine.

"That's why I want you."