I spent the night.

I slept in Locke Atwood's bed.

If we're getting technical, I was held prisoner...but being trapped beneath his big leg, his arms wrapped around me like a straitjacket? There are way worse things in this life.

Understatement.

I've never been more filled with joy. With hope and love.

Oh God, those are such dangerous emotions.

Two days ago I slunk back into the shadows, but he pulled me out. He refused to let me stay there. I was just going to watch him sleep from the roof ...