You've never felt this way before. If you'd read more, maybe you would know that was cliche, but you don't. You don't really listen to music much either, because all that anyone plays out here is country, and you associate that with your mom's drug hazes, so there's nothing good about it. You're left with a sense of disorienting freedom, like him and you are the only people in the whole state. When he looks at you with those big dark eyes you feel it in your stomach and your spine, your balls and your bones. You'd give him everything you had if he asked for it, and if he goes you will follow. He's everything that's good in your life, when everything else is loneliness and your fucking step-father's fists, especially in the winter when there's nowhere to run. He doesn't fit here, with all his ink, and when you touch him it's like the taste of tropical fruit or expensive silk on your fingers. He reeks of the forbidden and it's so sexy it's completely overwhelming. It's the best thing that's ever happened to you, and you're sure you can never lose it.