- I want her to read my mind.
- I want to see her eyes blinking in surprise, her mind processing whatever degeneracy was inside my brain.
- I'd tell her I'm sorry about that, spilling spaghettis all over the floor, that it won't ever happen ever again.
- Then I want her to push me against the wall, grinning, knowing how much I wanted this to happen, feeling how fast my heart was beating whenever she was too close to me.
- I want her to tease me about it, tell me how much of a beta I am and then ask me to say it out loud, to tell her everything I wanted her to do to me, that I want her to push me down and make me worship every last part of her.
- She'd be beaming with confidence, knowing that I want whatever it is she'd be doing, that every fibres of my being craves for her touch, for her voice.
- She'd lean forward and kiss me. I would whimper like a bitch, taking me a couple seconds to finally realize that this isn't a dream.
- I'd feel her lips form a smile when this thought would go through me, and she'd push herself off of me.
- She'd say that I could get more, if I cooperated, if I listened to her every whims.
- She wouldn't need me to say it, or even to nod, not with her hand still cupping my cheek.
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