" He bracketed his waist with his hands and took a deep breath. “The truth is I didn’t want to see you or even talk to you until I was me again.”
Stunned, she dropped the fork back into her salad bowl. “I’m not sure I’m following,” she said cautiously but she knew what he meant. He wanted her to see him when they talked…his face.
He leaned forward, braced his hands on her desk. She inhaled the clean, slightly citrusy scent that was uniquely Joe Hennessey. Her gaze roved his face. Every detail was just as it was before.
Damn she was good.
Elizabeth blinked. Chastised herself for staring. Since he hadn’t answered her question he’d obviously paused to take notice of her staring.
She cleared her throat and squared her shoulders. “You’re going to have to explain what you mean, Agent Hennessey.”
“Don’t play games with me, Elizabeth,” he warned, those blue eyes glinting with what some might consider intimidation. But she knew him better now. That was his predatory gleam. And she was his prey…he wanted her.
“Really, Hennessey, you should be more specific.”
“I love you, Elizabeth. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I miss you. I need to be with you.”
I…I…I, was this all about him? Let him sweat for a bit.
She shrugged indifferently. “I’ve been sleeping fine.” She glanced at the food in front of her. “Eating fine as well.”
He straightened, threw up his hands. “What do you want me to do? Beg?”
That could work, she mused wickedly. "

― Heather Graham , In the Dark / Person of Interest