I don’t bite Marcus. You can come sit on the comfy old couch with me. That chair is incredibly uncomfortable.” Just the opening I needed. I jumped up and sat down on the end of the couch and stretched my legs out in front of me. “You don’t have to tell me twice. I was just being polite.” Will ow chuckled and brought a blanket over to the sofa with her.

As I took a step toward him your eyes met mine and I saw the silent pleading for forgiveness or acceptance. I wasn't sure which. All I knew was you were Sawyer's now. My best friend was gone. I envied him and hated him for the first time that day. He'd finaly won the one prize I thought was mine.

It was like she'd become the sun, and I started revolving around her. She was my center.

I was taking the bad boy off the market for good.

I'm not losing you again. You're with me. I want you there beside me. Always.

Identifying pain in others was easy for me. I was drawn to it in some strange perverse way.

And let her think I don't care she's with you? No can do. She needs to know what I want