She always has that little bit of fire in her eyes. The adoration isn't the same without the fire. It's what reminds him that she's strong, and doesn't necessarily need him in her life. It scares him to death, but he wouldn't have her without the fire.

She likes to tease him until he can't take it anymore, to the point where it feels like torture. He knows that she's trying to get him to ravage her, to be the animal she knows he has inside of him. As much as he wants to sometimes, he just can't. The pout of her lips and want in her eyes entrance him; he has to take his time to look at them. The curves of her body set him on fire but he has to caress and feel every part. Sometimes he worries that she doesn't see him this way, and that he is just there for her pleasure solely. But he doesn't mind, as long as he is here with her.

So when he asks her what she's been up to in the big city she smiles and says nothing much, just school work and a few parties with friends. He grins and bears it, shrugging off the image of her in the arms of another last night.

It doesn't matter if she doesn't love and adore him the way he does her, as long as he gets her for a moment.