“Stay, please. Talk to me. Tell me what the last two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine days four hours and,” he checked his watch, “twenty-one minutes have been like for you. Don’t leave anything out. Let me get to know you again, Raven.” I sighed. Damned because his love still got to me. And because he’d been keeping count, too. “I can give you three days. Three. Days.” “I’m in luck, then.” He smiled wickedly. “The new Drew Barrymore movie releases tomorrow.”
