“Gonna claim you. Gonna show you that I love every piece of you, no matter how twisted it is.” My eyes snap open and I push at his chest. I need to know what I’m hearing isn’t just my lust-drunk imagination. I sit up, lip trembling. “You… You love me?” “How can I not?” he breathes out, running a finger across the cut on my cheek. “I think I have for a while, Bunk. Just couldn’t… couldn’t say it.”
