““He drops his head, his cheek pressed to mine, and he whispers in my ear. "If we go, we can't come back. Not ever. Things will never be the same." I lean into him, needing to feel every inch of him, wishing he could absorb me and put me out of my misery. "I'm not perfect Cami. I'm not a thoroughbred like he is. I never will be." I'm under his spell, but I hear what he's saying. And I don't care. I don't care about anything but having Trick, having him in my life, having as much as he can give me. "I hear sometimes the wild ones are the best." He says nothing at first, but I can almost hear his smile as he no doubt recognizes his own words.””
