When I walked out of a bar one night and saw a beautiful woman crying alone in her car, I had to check on her. It’s what people in small towns did.
I wiped her tears, fixed her wounds, and said goodnight. As much as I wanted to claim her for myself, I couldn’t overwhelm her when she was already upset. Yet it turned out I was wrong. She wanted me.
She hunted me down until she found me. She made me all hers. Forever.
