*Summer*

I meant for it to be a joke, something to laugh about, to tease each other over later … but the look he gives me is indeed that of a man who is hungry, ravenous, in fact, but it isn’t food he needs or a belly that is in need of sustenance. His intense stare is that of a hunter who has sighted his quarry, a predator who is accustomed to capturing what he wants, to holding on to it, to claiming it.

I have an insane urge to run … but that has always been my answer. Planning to run off with him because I hated my life...