The need to fill her overwhelmed me. And it didn’t stop with my body. I wanted to give her everything I had. My fucking life. My splintered heart. My hateful, hell bound soul. She could do with it what she pleased. I didn’t care. None of it belonged to me anymore, and it hadn’t since I was ten years old. “I’m in love with you, Darby,” I said, pressing my lips to her shoulder. “Always have been. And if I had a fucking birth certificate, I’d ask you to marry me right now.”
