I'm Not Going Anywhere, Not Without Chloe."

Once, When I'd Needed To Meet Daniel To Deliver A Warning From Jeremy, I'd Worn Two-inch Heels And Had Quite Enjoyed The Sensation Of Talking Down To Daniel, Until He Told Me How Sexy I Looked. Since Then He'd Never Seen Me In Anything But My Oldest, Grubbiest Sneakers.

Remember When We Met? Before You Left, You Said You Were Going To Make A Fool Of Yourself Over Me. That's Still What You're Worried About. That You'll Find Yourself Doing Things You Never Dreamed Of Doing, Things You Laughed At In Others, And You'll Make A Fool Of Yourself.

First You Buy Me A Mocha. Then You Let Me Help You Hide A Body. Now You Take Me To A Biker Clubhouse. Best. Day. Ever.

His Gaze Travelled Down Me, Then Zipped Back To My Face. "sorry." "focus, Rafe." "i Am. Just On The Wrong Thing.

This Is What I Wanted. This Guy. This Life. This Me. I Was Never Getting My Old Life Back, And I Didn't Care. I Was Happy. I Was Safe. I Was Right Where I Wanted To Be.