“I want to keep you,” he repeats. I almost can’t make out his words. He’s close. Voice shaking, scratchy, a low growl penetrated by groans and gasps. “Keep you here where I can make sure you’re safe. Where no one will ever hurt you. I will make you smile every day, forever. All you have to do is live, Oakley. Smile for me. Laugh. I’ll give you the world.” He shivers and I barely hear the last two words: “Love me,” he whispers.”