I look away from his eyes. Since I’ve met you, Brennus, my life has not been mine, I say with more honesty than I like to admit to myself. Time with you is visceral…white-knuckle moments that make me know that I’m alive. I think I have become addicted to the rush of fear and desire you create…the uncertainty that I was once forced to endure has now become a need, like those pills that people keep in their medicine cabinets.

Autore: Amy A. Bartol