He takes my face in his hands. “What happened is that I told you all the worst s**t I’ve ever done, and you told me you belonged to me. You told me you loved me. Love,” he corrects himself, “present tense. I’m not letting you go, Chloe. You belong to me, and I won’t spend another day without you. I can’t live without you, don’t you see? Without you I might as well be dead.”
I burst into sobs and start to ugly cry so hard A.J. laughs.
“It’s not funny, you jerk!”
He kisses me all over my wet, red face, holding me tight, murmuring how much he loves me, how much he needs me, how he’ll never, ever let me go.
Mondays are officially my new favorite day of the week.
That day at work goes by in a dream. I’m surprised how well Trina and the staff handled everything in my absence; no fires had t
