Firefly Glen Take you like a drug;

Cole held her gaze, his steady nod a silent answer to her question, as if to affirm his own belief and hers in one gesture. Secrets, after all, were like unspoken wishes: bound to stay hidden and maybe—just maybe—come true.

As he watched her, he caught the way her eyes lingered on his scar, her curiosity quiet but plain. He was used to it, yet there was something different in her look, a purpose he couldn’t quite place. He let the silence settle between them, feeling the weight of her intrigue press against his chest. Without breaking her gaze, he tilted his head, voice low with a faint rasp, just enough to invite her closer into his world.

You want to know about it?