The way he said, You’re mine right now. Like he’ll start a war if he doesn’t like what he sees. Sudden longing tightens my chest, and it’s so unexpected that my breath almost catches. Fuck. Fuck. Because I hate him. He already tricked me once, in exactly this way. But something deep inside me craves every emotion that his voice evokes. Something inside me trusts him, despite all he’s done and all that’s happened. I’ve been broken a thousand different ways, but never like this. Never with choice. Never with patience.
