He wanted her. Bad. And all the time. Its all he could think about these days, having her, holding her, kissing her, loving her, touching her, smelling her, playing around with her, everything he could think of somehow led to her in his mind. It was driving him slowly mad, wearing down his control over himself, making him slip up in conversation, throwing his patience out the window. He wanted to see her, just her, no one else, just the two of them, alone, for the first time in a while. He was willing to do anything to get that if he could.