“You know what went through my mind when I did it?” He traces just below his work, eliciting goosebumps to rise on my body. “No.” “I thought, ‘Now her daddy won’t be able to take pictures of her. Now she’s safe, because she doesn’t belong to him anymore. She belongs to me.’” A lump forms in my throat. “You belong to me, Aspen. You did the moment you drew the joker at the party, although neither of us fucking knew the gravity of it.”
Wait bc thats actually kind of romantic!!!!!
