he slides his hand beneath the lace and cups one cheek , squeezing and molding it in his hand while his mouth continues its torture . she ran her hand through my hair , slightly tugging . it was too unpredictable , too dangerous-and on open seas ? he sat down next to her , let out a long , tired sigh , and rubbed his eyes . not forever , but god , for at least the first few weeks when my family-my center , my universe-needs me . the water is mine to control . 