Good Advice

Scott let his study door slam open as he strode inside. Was she trying to kill him? He told her he couldn't be near her. Why couldn't she listen? He knew he had been frustrated and irritable, but it wasn't that bad. At least, it hadn't been that bad until last night. Last night they had been watching their movie but all he had been able to think about was Ana. 

Scott had rolled into her side and buried his face in her hair and then he wanted to touch and taste until he felt like he was out of control. He had started giving her a simple kiss and his hands had started to wander and then he had been an inferno of need. It felt like being doused in gasoline and set alight. Stopping had taken every bit of strength he had, and it had startled him that he could lose control to that magnitude.