*God Damnit.*
He was *losing* this battle fast.
His heart was already racing, his skin on fire, his brain spiraling with images of him and Ming Ji locked together against a wall, that rough voice growling filthy things in his ear.
And that was without him even touching him.
Just watching him, standing there and looking at him with those damn eyes, was enough to make him shudder.
They both knew he was going to break…
*He was so damn close.*
Every nerve was on edge. His heart was racing, his skin burning. His body was taut with the need to move, the need to touch that infuriating man.
And Ming Ji was still standing there, that smirk playing across his lips, watching him with that damn knowing gaze.
*He knew.*
He *knew* he was falling apart, that he was about to go careening over the edge.
*He was about to break.*
His brain was a mess of half-formed thoughts and desperate *wants.* His body was taut with tension, practically burning for that touch.
