head. “Why are you telling me this, Ford? Why does it matter?” I give her a look, effectively ending her protest. “Don’t you dare act like you don’t want this as much as I do.” My hand curls around her neck and I pull her closer. “I won’t play games about what this is and what you are to me.” She tilts her chin. The fire in her eyes scorches. “What am I?” “Birdie Girl, you’re pretty much my goddamn everything.”
