Two weeks have passed since the incident at the warehouse, and though it felt like a long time, it doesn't feel that way. Ryan had shot first, and the bullet had struck Arthur. Arthur retaliated and fired back at him. Though Arthur was able to survive, Ryan didn't. I stayed at the hospital for two weeks until Arthur recovered. For the first time since I've known him, I felt something stirring between us, a connection of some sort. I've become so drawn to Arthur that even days after he was healed, he'd taken me right there on the hospital bed, his grip on my waist no less commanding.
But it wasn't only that. It was the way he'd watched me from across the room when he thought I was sleeping. It was how he'd reached out for my hand in the middle of the night and the gentle, tender strokes th
