“I don’t want you to try, Rook. I need you to know… Like I’ve known since that first day when you held my hand in the woods. I was yours then, and I’m yours now.” I didn’t understand this urgency building inside the tips of my fingers, this static need crackling like a wildfire inside me. I was yours then. “Do you really want this?” he asked. “Do you want me?” I’m yours now. “Yes.” “Yes?”
