“1,320 seconds walk into the room before he does.”

“Go to Hell."He works his jaw. Walks to the door. "I'm working on it.”

“I can’t feel my fingers or the cold or the emptiness of this room because all I feel is him, everywhere,filling everything and he whispers“Please.”He says “Please don’t shoot me for this.”And he kisses me.”

“His smile is laced with dynamite. "Go to sleep""Go to hell."He works his jaw. Walks to the door. "I'm working on it.”

“He's staring at me like he's never seen me before. I want to wash my soul in the bottomless blue of his eyes.”

“And he leans in, so carefully. Breathing and not breathing and hearts beating between us and he's so close, he's so close and I can't feel my legs anymore. I can't feel my fingers or the cold or the emptiness of this room because all I feel is him, everywhere, filling everything and he whispers"Please."He says, "Please don't shoot me for this.”

“For one infinite second I feel free.”