““You’re always doing this” she whispers. “Doing what?” “Saving me.” I smile, just a bit. “I don’t mind.” “Because it’s your job?” she asks. “Yes.” “And because maybe, sort of, you kind of like me too? Just a little?” A chuckle scratches my throat. “Just a little.” She wets her lips, those eyes still holding me close. “And maybe because, when you save me it feels like…I belong to you? Even just a tiny bit?” I know what I should say, but I can’t bring myself to do it. She’ll never remember this anyway. So instead, I let my fingers trace her lovely face slowly, from her temple down her soft cheek to her jaw. Like I have the right to touch her. Like she belongs to me. “That’s right, Ellie.””
