“I dream of your existence, Forest.” His voice is filled with longing. “You were my morning, noon, and night, and it all was ripped away in an instant. Now, I just want to fucking tear your clothes off in front of him and show him that you will never be his.” “You don’t hate me?” “Hate you?” he questions, his head shaking. “Forest, I’m in love with you,” he says, my heart bursting wide open as he says the words.
