But he was a glimpse of a future that I wanted. He could be my forever, the rest of my life, if I tried my fucking hardest. There was nothing, nothing at all, more terrifying than squaring up to myself at three in the morning last night and asking how badly I wanted to be with Shea. How much was I willing to risk? To give? Everything. All of me, every part. My heart, my body, my molecules, my atoms. My past, my present, my future. My dreams, my hopes, all of it, every single thing; they all belonged to Shea.
