Dangerously His
"No, they're not good. And they're more of quotes anyway, they're short."
"Okay, so tell me one. Tell me your favourite one."
I bit my lip and look at him, contemplating whether I should or shouldn't.
I have one in mind, the most recent one.
As I watch him driving, his brown curls not falling over his eyes for once because he gelled them, the poem comes out by itself.
"She couldn't understand," I begin, whispering, and gulp, still observing him, "why she found comfort in the dark, when all her life she had a fear of darkness."
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