He takes a step closer and I’m intoxicated. Not by champagne, but by possibility. Luke leans in and whispers in my ear, “I locked the outside door.”
Secret in the Woods
Of course last time wasn’t the last time. How could it possibly be? This dark place, this safely shadowed space, where no one can see us – how could I want to be anywhere else but here?
I was here because I was looking for an escape from reality. And he was going to provide that, whether he realized it or not.