I’d known all day he was close to breaking — every glance, every brush of my body against his had wound him tighter. It was delicious, watching him try to maintain composure even as I chipped away at it piece by piece. A casual touch to the back of his neck, a whisper grazing his ear, the way I'd let my fingers trail down his spine just long enough for him to second-guess whether it was accidental or intentional. He’d hel...