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He promised he was going to hunt me down and collect me like a prize, but here I am, ten years later, still un-hunted and un-collected.
There’s no way that the Adrian Ellis in this universe just insinuated that I need therapy.
Con: I definitely saw a couple of cockroaches scuttling across the kitchen counter earlier. Pro: At least I won’t be totally alone.
“Of who? Picky eaters?” “And I’m moving soon, so I don’t want to commit to anything like—” “A vegetable?” He chimes in.
“You have a cat,” Adrian repeats, and then, much more quietly: “How did I not know you had a cat?” The question doesn’t feel like it’s for me, but I answer anyway.
You really are a vengeful little thing.
I love it.
“Sweetheart,” he says, and the name—that name—is a shock to the system that I’m not expecting. “You look beautiful tonight.”
Holy shit. Because there, tucked beneath his collarbone and positioned right over his chest, Adrian has a tattoo of a poppy flower.
I’ll have so many of them to think about while I’m in prison.” Adrian rolls his eyes. “Well, now you’re just being dramatic.”
