“Listen closely, Honeybee,” Colson groans into my ear as my chest heaves, “mine is the only touch that will make you feel anything ever again, and my touch is the one you’ll long for, no matter how far you try to run. After being dead for so long, your voice is what brought me back to life, and your pulse is what keeps my heart beating. You have all of me, forever, no matter what. And whether or not you know it yet, I’m the one you’ll always come back to. Because I’m your home now, and you are mine.”
