The things I knew about her, the way I watched. It was all to protect her, all to know her.She liked her tea with milk and sugar, extra sweet just like I knew her lips would be if I were to kiss her.I was desperate for her.She chewed on her pencil when she was concentrating, her little tongue coming out and moving along her bottom lip.I was hungry for her.She played with the ends of her hair when she was nervous, her fingers delicate, long, like she...