“I set the water to its hottest setting, wishing it was labeled, “boil the hell out of any living organism.”

“And if that’s all he’s looking for then we’ll set fire to his balls.” “What?” Storm’s face twists in a mixture of shock and amusement.I shrug. “What can I say, Storm? I’m into some weird shit.”

“What the hell do I have to do to get your attention? Do I need to get up there?” I throw an arm toward the stage. His eyes swell for just a second, in shock. He reaches forward to hold my hands, but he catches himself in time and instead folds them across his chest. “Believe me, you have my full attention.”

“I can feel his very existence as if it's wrapping its hand around my soul, cradling it, trying to protect it from harm and I'm terrified. Terrified because I don't ever want the feeling to end.”

“The officer asks me if I want to press charges against Trent and I glare at him like he’s grown an arm out of his ass.”

“Isn't it exhausting?""What?""Keeping people out.”

“Out past isn't who we are. I'm me and you're you and that's who we need to be.”