So maybe she was right. Actually... he knew she was right. He knew it all along. He really would love to do something to her--with her. He wasn't any different from the crew members. From any other guy. He really did have this indecent, inexcusable itch that wanted to make her call out his name. He wanted to write it over every inch of her skin... over every surface of this godforsaken bus so that every single cr

With each worried phrase that passes her lips, I simply hear an “I love you.”