And I sure as fuck don’t have time to wonder why I want to fix her mess when her eyes shift to mine, locking there. Relief. That’s what I see there. Sweet fucking relief, and all I want to do is pull her into my arms and make her mine. Fuck the games, fuck fucking her out of my system. Fuck it all, because that look? She’s mine. Strange how relief in her raises alarm in me. Strange how her relief cements my place in her life, whether she knows it or not.
