“Have I ever told you how happy I am you tried to escape out that window?” he asks, absently trailing a hand across my body. “Hey, I didn’t try to escape. I did, despite being hindered by a thief.” Dayton laughs and rolls his eyes exaggeratedly. “I didn’t steal anything.” Oh, but you did. You stole my sense, my reason, the very breath from my lungs. You stole the peace from my soul and every thought that dared not be of you.
Farron the poet
