Epilogue

-MALCOLM-

MY HEARTslams as I watch him disappear into the night. Despite its breakneck pace, I feel calmer than I have in years. The buzzing in my head has stopped. It might only be for a few hours, but the silence is blissful.

This is probably a terrible idea. He's so beautiful, and nice, and good. And messy, and impulsive. Everything I'm not. Everything I don't let myself get involved in. And when he tried to kiss me I felt my control slip for just a moment . . .

Because there's a part of me deep down that wants more from him, more than I've ever wanted from anyone else. I've wanted it since I first laid eyes on him. But I can't allow it. I can't let him get too close. There are too many things that can go wrong. Too many things that can escape my control. And, honestly, I'm too much of a fucking coward.

No, I can't let him in. But that doesn't mean I can't use him, break him in, until he's entirely mine. I'm going to own his body, mind, and soul. He won't be able to have a thought without me knowing about it. He'll give me all of himself and receive nothing of me in return.

He will be mine.