“Baby, you aren’t leaving. The second I pinned you to my barn, you felt this.” “What is this?” she cried. She looked away from me. “This,” I growled, grabbing her chin once more and forcing her to look at me, “is you and I being drawn to each other. This is me wanting you in my life, in my bed. This is you being a good daughter and fighting for your mom. This is us giving in.”
