Page 16 of Stop and Seek (Our Childish Games #1)

I think I’m addicted to the way he looks at me. Even when he’s angry—especially when he’s angry—glaring like I’m the villain in his story. Like he wants to destroy me and drag me down with him.

Jesus, it’s hot.

It’s mine.

I want to be the only one he sees when he’s pissed.

When he’s tired.

When he’s laughing.

When he’s falling asleep with his guard down and those lashes flutter against his cheeks like he’s just a guy and not... everything.

I want every look.

I want to know them better than he does.

And I will.