“Don’t you DARE settle”, he said to me last night, his eyes suddenly fierce and locked on mine from across the table. We were eating thin-crust pizza with some sort of sweet potato-goat cheese hipster toppings, along with some insanely delicious roasted brussel sprouts. We only had an hour left …
What do you want, lover?
What do you want, lover? Tell me. What do you want? Right now. Don’t be shy. Don’t look away. I’m right here. I’m listening. There’s nothing else I need right now besides you. You, and the truth. So, tell me every last thing. What do you want? Do you want …