In the Middle of the Night
Fool that I am," said he,"that I did not tear out my heart the day I resolved to revenge myself"
- Alexandre Dumas
ANA
My body hums. The nerve endings at my extremities stand on end, and every inch of my body is screaming out for his, my limbs unable to stay still.
Every part of me misses Colton.
Just down the hall, only a few feet from my bedroom door, lays the man who put the song back in my soul, the beat back in my heart with his wicked blue stare and wild heart.
That ice cold exterior of his has steadily melted, and today, for a while, it was almost as if it didn’t exist at all. He laughed until tears formed in his eyes. He touched me as if unafraid. The frost, built from years of whatever he’s gone through, cracked and thawed, and behind those chilly
