“Do the thing.” Had no clue what she was asking for, but it didn’t matter. I’d do it. There were very few things I wouldn’t do for her right then. Or period. “What thing, baby?” I asked. Another hesitation. “Spit.” Fuck, fuck, fuckin’ hell. I died. I’m dead The morning I met her, I must’ve actually fallen asleep and driven off a damn cliff. It was the only explanation.
