And I was ambling that way, trying to play it cool and act like I wasn’t wanting to touch her everywhere. Ensure she was whole. That she’d actually made it.
He just kept coming closer, until he was right behind me, leaning over to murmur in my ear, “Spaghetti made by you. For me. Like I said, wrecking me.” Sparks flew.
“We all have a purpose in this life, Tessa. You are mine. Do you understand that? I will do anything for you. Live or die. Fight and will never settle for defeat.”
Yeah he fr fictional SADLY IM SCREANING AND CRYRINGN