It's my Victor Damion, if you must know.
He exits the taxi and steps out into the pouring rain, where he stands looking in my direction. Because my body has turned to mush, I have no idea how I got up off of my knees and started running toward him, but I did it. When I finally get to him, I throw punches against the open door and then wrap my arms firmly around him, applying as much force as I can muster to the situation. My knees are nowhere near strong enough to support me if I were to stand in his arms. I press my face into his neck and take deep breaths of his scent. In the arms of Victor Damion is exactly where I want to spend the rest of my life.
"What's up, man? Are you in or out?" Inside the cab, I can make out the driver's voice calling out.
I relax my hold on Victor Damion so
