You Can Run To Me

She was unusual. That was the first the thing he decided about her. He didn't know her name, and she didn't know his, but he didn't need names to know it.
He could always tell what a girl was about to do, or say, or think. But not her.
He saw her with her friend, and he saw the detachment between them. She was like him, was his first thought. Yet somehow she was not. She challenged him, challenged his instincts, and he loved it. No one had ever pushed him like her. No one had ever done the unexpected.
She wasn't ready yet, but she would be. All he needed was a little time. It wouldn't take long, and then she would be. The anticipation made him restless, impatient. But he had to be careful with this one. But one thing, beyond all others, he was certain of. There could be no doubt of this undeniable, inexorable truth about this unusual, unconventional, perfect, interesting girl.
And that truth was that he wanted her.
And that truth was that what he wanted, he would have.
And that truth was that he would have her.
He would have her.

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