I’ll have to make him work hard for a minute, but not too long, because I’m constantly fighting the compulsion to run my hands through his hair. Or at least that’s how I think it might feel if I didn’t know all that’s just a trick of my head and that none of that is real… “Baby Haites.” He laughs, shaking his head. “My little wallflower.” My.14 I swallow heavy, try my best not to read into it because he doesn’t mean anything by it and I know for sure why he brought me there.
i'm dead
