Breath. I take a breath, and the oxygen comes into my lungs freely. Blaine’s weight is gone, and I don’t know why. When I open my eyes, I find my salvation in the form of the man who has never spoken to me. The one with the coffee-colored eyes. The one I have secretly watched and fantasized about since the moment I first saw him. He’s on top of Blaine, his own body shaking with anger as his fist drives into Blaine’s face over and over again. Blaine’s trying to fight back, but it’s futile. Ronan’s stronger. Harder. Fiercer. My protector.
