Doesn’t matter how much I wish everything was different. I’d love to have a man like him at my back, to stop anyone from hurting me. To see Tey threaten anyone who dares try to touch me with that scary ass knife of his. The protective glare Nicky gives to anyone but his friends, as if he’ll kill for them. Dalton… I want his passion, the way he looks at an object he needs, can’t I be looked at that way? When is it my turn?
