C.R. Jane

I was feeling more and more anxious the longer we drove.

An Emily Brontë quote got caught in my head. "If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave."

I went right to the same spot in the glass, catching Monroe’s eye. Once again, I pointed at her and made a heart sign with my hands. The crowd erupted into even louder cheers. Monroe looked away again, a dark blush