“Is this for me?” He nods, and he settles on the couch, fixing his posture. “Am I Violet?” He nods again. “But… why?” “Because last night after our discussion, all I wanted to do was turn back time and have you in my arms for the first time again. To have you on my bed wearing purple lingerie and loving you the way you deserve,” he pauses, then says. “I’m starting to guess you bewitched me that night.”
