"What are you looking at?" He persists, so I say the only thing that's on my mind.
"Him. I want him." I don't know who he is, but I know one thing.
He is mine.
And I'll do whatever it takes to make him mine.
Hazel eyes that sparkle with warmth draw me in, holding me captive. It's not only that he's attractive, with his short dark hair and his full, kissable lips. No, it's more than that. In his eyes, I see something I lack—empathy. I see everything I want to be, but cannot.
I bet he goes for the shy, simpering type. The moment I think of him with another woman, a red haze covers my eyes. No... that can't happen. But I'm also smart enough to know he wouldn't be interested in someone like me.
I need to change strategies—learn his habits and preferences and make myself the woman of his dreams. All while keeping all competition away from him.
My plan can't be completed overnight. I will probably need time to create another persona, and to infiltrate his world so seamlessly he won't ever suspect a thing.
Because I don't just want him.
I want to keep him.
Forever.
"There's only one man I want, and I need to be the best at sex so I can blow his mind. Then he'll fall madly in love with me and we'll live happily ever after." My soliloquy finished; I breathe out a dreamy smile.
My first kiss, and it's not gentle or tentative. No, it's a full on parrying of tongues and mashing of mouths. I revel in the sensation of having him inside of me, of finally becoming one.
Because he is mine. He just doesn't know it yet.
I'm becoming greedier. Once a week is no longer enough. Just like my coke addiction got out of control, so did my yearning for him. I want him with a passion so strong, I'd kill anyone who dared interfere. I long for him and even sleep eludes me when he's not around — ok, maybe the coke has something to do with that too. That doesn't change the fact that I need more.
I want to own him.
I sigh just thinking about it. How it would feel to be myself with Theo, for us to be a team — us against the world. The sad thing is that I know that will never happen. Knowing his obsession with justice, I'm well aware he would never accept a vigilante like me. Hell, who am I even kidding, a killer like me?
"You like me?" I must sound like a broken record, but I need him to spell it out for me so I can throw an inner party and finally plan our future wedding.