Just got back from the library and saw you laughing and chatting with that new junior. I admit I'm a little jealous, but more than that... it's a more primal urge. Wait for me tonight—I want to make you remember who you should really be close to, in my own way. My hands can't wait to trace over you, from your waistline to more intimate places... Don't worry, I'll be gentle, until you're begging me to stop.