I’m working on the trusting good feelings thing. It’s hard after more than 20 years of being conditioned to expect the opposite. And I know how we push each other’s buttons. But you’ve been the only person, the only one who hasn’t run away no matter what I do or how hard I try to push you away. You’re my constant, Max. I don’t want to fuck this up. I can’t lose you.

I’ll bring some stuff the next time I come over. Waking up to you in the morning sounds amazing. But won’t people get suspicious? Like Izzy?

I can’t stop thinking about it either. I want you to feel what it’s like to be taken completely, to be claimed and feel it through this connection. I want to replace those memories of that fucking place. Show you how good it can be.