When we finally reconnected, he admitted he’d learned his lesson. Gave it all up and claimed me like he never meant to let go.
He knows he messed up, and now he keeps me close, like he’s afraid I’ll slip through his fingers again.
Not that I’d even try. He’s stuck with me for good.
And if anything ever happens to me? God help whoever’s in his way—my beast won’t stop until I’m safe.