22. You are Crazy:

The moment their lips touched, electricity sparked through Antonio’s veins. Hours later, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. About Valerie. His sheets were tangled around his legs as he tossed and turned, craving the feel of her in his arms. He could still taste her on his tongue. The memory of her soft curves pressed against him made his blood burn. He groaned. This was madness. He’d never lost control like this, never wanted a woman with such relentless desperation. His body burned for her, but it was more than that. He wanted to know her, all of her—her secrets, her dreams, her fears. He wanted to share his life with her, protect her, and please her. Valerie had gotten under his skin, into his soul, in a way no one else ever had. He was drowning in her, consumed by her, and he didn’t want to surface for air. What the fuck was wrong with him? The familiar urge rose, an itch he’d always scratched without a second thought. His body cried out for release as he thought about touching he