Out of Sight

by Cleo White

“Maybe you should give me your number. I'll text you so you have mine. Since we're married and all, I might need to get in touch with you for tax season.”

Oh good, so he's also an expert in vaginas and a feminist saint.

“I want you more than I want my next breath, sweetheart. Not just the pieces you've decided are good enough to show the world, but fucking all of you.”

This woman will be my wife, my family, my whole fucking world, and I'm going to make it my life's work to make damn sure she never doubts how much she means to me.

“You’re mine now. Do you hear me, sweetheart? Mine. I'll want you until they put me in the ground. Do you believe me?"

“I’m going to get you pregnant,” he whispers, voice rough with emotion. “Going to give you a family, Issy. A real family. I’ve always wanted that, and I think you have too. So, we’re going to make one together.”