He sucked in his breath as his saw me, his eyes traveling from my toes to my hips, as if he hadn't seen it all before.
"Jesus," he whispered, gaze lingering everywhere. "I keep forgetting that you're art already." ...

“He grabbed my hair hard with both hands, tugging sharply, and looked me dead in…”

“I know what I know of you," he whispered into my ear, his breath hot. "And I wa…”

“For once, I felt everything. And the biggest thing I felt was the way I felt ab…”

“Sir Swagger Douchington the Fuck”