His presence started to feel different. Before I knew what I knew, he felt calmer and I felt safer around him. But now, I felt the adrenaline, knowing what he belonged to and where I was heading.

He held my hand while we left the apartment. My hair was moving up and down as I walked. I glanced at him, how handsome and confident he looked in that black suit. He didn’t wear a tie or a dickey bow, he must’ve been more comfortable.

While we were walking to the ...