He never knew life could be this way, but truly if he did, he wouldn't have cared. He cared about nothing, not even himself until her. Before her, he was empty/ Before her he knew nothing of joy or completion, and this is his journey to his life After her.

"Go on" he says smirking, challenging me. "I want to grab your hair " I say and his smirk falls, replaced by a confused expression "While I fuck you, right there on that desk. " That confusion quickly turns into an expression of shock and lust. "Fuck. Dandelion, I didn't see that one coming"