images snap out of existence, replaced with darkness. This would never work. I want her too much. The last time I felt anything close to this, although it was different in its own way, was with Elisabeth. This woman in front of me, the one who smells so good, I can tell she would make a perfect amant, the perfect forever-third, completing Will’s and my bonds. I stare at her for a good, long moment. I want to laugh at the cruelty of fate. She’s so fucking beautiful, it hurts my chest to look at her. This is a woman I would love to protect, a woman I would love to cherish. Not for one night, but
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