Powerless, Powerful, and Reckless ?QUOTES?

'Will you forever be the prize I am aimlessly trying to win?'

'Is that all I am to you? A trophy?'

'Oh darling, a trophy implies that I won it, earned it, deserve it. But if I get to have you, it will be because you let me.'

I swallow, my mouth suddenly feeling far too dry.
It's just the ramblings of a drunk man, that's all.
His thumb is tracing my mouth and I allow myself one more moment to memorize the feeling.
And then I push him away.
One of my palms finds his chest, forcing some space between us while the other catches his wrist. I pull his fingers away from my mouth, my lips still tingling from his touch. I feel dizzy, like I could get drunk off his touch alone.
Dangerous.

'You're not sober. So, you're not allowed to touch me.'

'But you're touching me.'

'Yes, well, I'm sober.'

'So, you're saying I'm allowed to touch you when I'm sober?'