Cuffed. [Norman Reedus]

Prologue.

 "You never told me your name..." despite all attempts to stop myself, I have to do it. I have to know her.

The girl peers over her shoulder, shifting her handcuffed wrists around, and then winks. My knees go weak, and I lean back against the wall. 

"Don't worry about it." she says.

That was the exact moment she stole my heart: Inside a police station. In custody.

But who cares? I was in love. And nothing could stop me from getting to her; not even cuffs.