For her, he'll walk the straight and narrow. For him, she'll walk on the wild side.
She brought her hands up to wrap around his forearms from the outside. He reminded himself to breathe as she stroked the fabric of his suit coat as if she’d never touched anything like it before. When she turned her face up to his, an inner fire burned in her eyes. Banked. For him and no one else, he vowed. She was his. So. Fucking. His.