Any thought of finishing dressing, of going out tonight fled my mind like clouds blown before the storm. I felt suddenly suffused with desire, overcome. I tried to hold some shred of myself back, to wipe the love and longing and fear from my face before you could recognize it for what it was. "I need….“ I forced out, then swallowed and bit my lip, eyelids fluttering. "I know what you need." Your voice was resonant, rough, and you sounded as if you were having trouble forming the words.

-Visionaria