“Why do you always need to be in CONTROL?”

I’ll want to make love to you.” Biting back his own emotions, voice cracking, “So yeah...it’s a maintaining control measure.” Her anguish and frustration snapped. “LOSE CONTROL!” she screamed, tears streaming. “Why do you always need to be in CONTROL? Ever since we met in that fucking coffee shop, you’ve always held back, and never, NEVER, not once, just let us be comfortable together. WHY!?” Ray’s tears welled. “Because if I ain’t driving... who is?” He pushed it down, clinging desperately to his last vestige of self-preservation.