You want me to say it. No more clever little lines. No more pretending. No more making you guess what’s going through my mind. Fuck, you’re greedy. You finally get me to admit I’ve been thinking about you… and somehow you still want more. You want the details. Maybe I’ll give you some. Maybe I’ll let you hear exactly how much I want you. But you should know me better by now. I like the tension. I like what your imagination does with the things I don’t say. And I especially like leaving you wondering just how much I’m still keeping to myself. So come closer. I’ll tell you what I want. Well… some of it. You didn’t really think I was going to give you everything, did you? — Thalia Lux