Perhaps that is our doom, our human curse, to never really know one another.
Hold on tight, Sam." He puts me in a choke hold. "Ahhh," I gasp. "Not that tight.
Because we will die, but at least we will die unbroken.
Just because a man is a homicidal maniac doesn't make him wrong.
Sarcasm doesn't appear to work on him. If that's true, I'm in trouble: It's my normal mode of communication.
I didn't save you," he whispers, lips tickling my eyelashes. "You saved me.