Anticipation is a deliciously intense emotion, don’t you think? In the way it sets your pulse racing- beating harder, and harder throughout your body as the temperature rises to match the pressure threatening to erupt inside you- desire in it’s truest form; making itself known. You think you know enough of desire to be able to name the one cause of your own. Needless to say, that’s how he could wrap you around his little finger- cooing precarious words into your nape, knowing exactly what triggers to pull to lower your inhibitions and find yourself in his arms. The anticipation of his presence- electricity in your blood makes you ready to combust. The knock on the door; a spark to light the fuse.