““Every time that she smiled at me. Every time that we were in the same damn room. Every time, all I wanted to do, all I wanted to fucking do was… Pin her up against the wall and pound the living daylights out of her. Does that make me sound like a chauvinistic pig? Because I couldn’t care less. I wanted her. I needed her. Everywhere. All the time. Like water. Like fucking air. And apparently, my body had a goddamn homing device built-in too. Because I felt her presence long before I heard the glass door slide open. Because I sensed her closeness long before she whispered my name… “Cale.””
