“W-what happened to one week? What happened to our deal?” He takes my face in his hands. “What happened is that I told you all the worst shit I’ve ever done, and you told me you belonged to me. You told me you loved me. Love,” he corrects himself, “present tense. I’m not letting you go, Chloe. You belong to me, and I won’t spend another day without you. I can’t live without you, don’t you see? Without you I might as well be dead.”
