“I stole you.” My brows jump teasingly. “Stole me?” “Yeah. You don’t belong to you anymore.” My throat grows thick as I stare at the boy beside me. “Is that right?” He nods. “You belong to me and there’s nothing you can do to change that.” My blood runs warm, my chest squeezing. “I think I’m okay with that.” “Wouldn’t matter if you weren’t.”
