Running for my freedom.
Running for my life.
I'm running because everything hurts.
And all I want to do is breathe.
The old me was bold and wild and reckless and privileged.
The new me is timid and freak-stricken and weak and broken.
All I want is freedom.
All I want to do is breathe.
A complicated relationship? That's the last thing I'm about right now.
Something casual and easy? I'm down for that.
But he is not.
He wants to own me.
He wants me to own him.
He wants to save me.
I'm too terrified to give in.
All. I. Want. To. Do. Is. Breathe.
But it turns out, Noah is the air that I need to do that…