And I want to meet the amazing woman I know she’ll be after she has time to heal. I want to know every version there is to know of Cecilia. And I want to lay claim to every goddamn one of them. Fuck, I’m going to turn into a stalker or some shit with the way my thoughts are wandering, but I can’t help it. I want to own her. Mind, body, and soul. To strip her bare and memorize every inch of her sun-kissed skin. To get inside her head and know her innermost thoughts. Her secrets. Her fears.
