If he kissed me, I wouldn't be able to say no to forever. I wouldn't even want to. Lying in bed with him after the nightmare of the morning, lost in the gold and black of his eyes, my old life seemed so very far away. Why did I even want to go back to rush-hour traffic and grainy dick-pics on dating apps? How could catcalls and internet ads stack up to someone who would literally take an arrow for me with no reward, then look at me with total contentment? Men in love songs always proclaimed such things, but Dain actually did them, with zero hesitation.
