The things I want.

I slipped my hands into his shirt, caressing his bare skin.

"Anything you want." he said, watching my hands as they touched him.

"Who are you?" I asked again as I released another button.

"I'm a man Rayna, stop playing with me." he said but made no move to stop me.

I removed the last button and slipped my arms around him, hugging him through his shirt.

"Shouldn't you be afraid of me?" he asked me.

Did he want me to be?

"Should I be? do you want me to be?" I lifted my chin to rest on his chest as I looked up at him.

His expression was hard and controlled, "what is wrong?"

"You, I thought you'd be mad at me." he answered.

"Because you killed someone in front of me? I was, but not anymore. She had tried to kill me first, although I want to scrap these off." I meant the polish Emily had applied to my nails.

"I think you should take a rest." Carlos said as he tried to peer my hands of him. But I locked them together behind his back.

"Why do you want to leave?" I put my head on his stomach.