“Curly’s was our spot. It’s the place he took me to on the first night we…” I pause, the memories flooding my mind. The fear that threatened to take me over when I ran into him on the path, the soft and serious ocher gaze that promised me things I was afraid to want, the leather and earth scent of him and the easy way he folded me into a part of his world he hadn’t shared with anyone else. “It was ours. Him being there, it means something.”
