I felt this warmth rush down my chest. Like a swallow of hot mint tea. I let it spread through me, watching Sandro watch me. Seeing how he took me in. And the way he looked at me. The way he fucking looked at me, man. However that boy must see me, to put that kind of smile on a person’s face, that’s how I knew. I knew I’d be okay. Whatever was about to happen, I knew Sandro would keep me safe. Because I knew what I wanted. And I knew what he wanted too. He couldn’t cover up if he tried. He couldn’t cover anything anymore. Neither could I.
