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So until then, I’m stuck at this boring job in this boring village, living this boring life.
Provincial life...
It’s salacious without being grotesque or vulgar. In fact, it’s almost beautiful.
I do belong here. I found my way here by some invisible force. Here in Paris, here in this house, here in this room.
It’s the same feeling I would get as a child when I’d fall asleep in the car, and my father would bring me into the house, barely waking me as he set me into my bed. It’s a feeling of safety.
“I’d cover you in rope and put you on display like my own little masterpiece.”
Then Jack’s nose brushes against my head, and I hear him breathe in the scent of my hair. Suddenly, I wish I could tie him up, because then I could force him to stay away from me so I never have to know what it’s like to feel his affection.
When I say you’re perfect, I don’t mean that perfection defines you. I mean you define perfection.”
“I chose you because you are perfect in every way. You are perfect to me. You are everything I have ever wanted and will ever want, and I chose you as my date tonight because as long as you are in the room, I see no one else. Understand?”
