want more of these kisses, more days with Brody where I can tease that hard-to-get full smile to his lips, more nights making him lose his words, and more of a life making him trust me to have his back. Always, no matter what. I want him to know that I’m here for him and trust him to be there for me, because I choose him. Shit. Fuck. Damn. I do. I choose him.
