Ransom is different from the other boys, restrained and desperate, and sad, so sad. He's got this dark, twisted soul that I can feel through the connection of our bodies. It makes me want him at the same time it scares me enough that I wonder if I should stay away from him. Doesn't matter, I tell myself as I put a palm up against the shiny black lacquered surface of the wooden bat headboard. This won't happen again. Just this one time. One time.
