“I will admit, I enjoy the fact you thought of me while you were with others,” I called over the raging storm. “Did it help you come, or are you still deprived, my Dianna?” Whatever retort she’d prepared died the second those words left my lips. She faltered, and even though she corrected herself almost immediately, I saw her reaction to me calling her mine. I saw the flicker of recognition in her posture as if she still craved and treasured those words. In that moment, I knew I’d won. She knew it too. “I’ll take your silence as a no.”
