What good is safety if you're dead inside?
The heart that truly loves never forgets.
Yeah. A real date. Something official. You. Me. Tonight. We're long overdue.
I respond, thoughts dropping away, like pebbles plopping one by one in water, sinking down, down into dark oblivion.
A hunter in love with his prey.
He stares at me so darkly, so hungily that I can only nod. Agree. Of course, I feel it. "I do", I admit.