He wants me, but he’s also letting me know that he’s happy with just this, that this is enough for him.

Are you mine?’ he murmurs. ‘Always,’ I answer as his lips find mine.

Does he tell you that you’re all
he thinks about? Does he tell you that he lives for you?
That he breathes for you? That he dreams of you every
damn moment, awake and asleep? Does he tell you any
of that?’ He pauses to look at me and I try to keep a blank
face. ‘No, I didn’t think so,’ he says quietly.

I want the strings. I want the ball and fucking chain. I want to be so tied to you that you can’t ever slip away from me again.

What? I'm not ashamed to admit that random things remind me of Harry Potter.

She smiled and her whole face lit up. Or maybe it was mine. All I know for certain is that smile lit up even my darkest days.