Escape, baby. The lack of control is control. When you're hanging on each...

Escape, baby. The lack of control is control. When you're hanging on each moment, anticipating what comes next, it leaves room for nothing else. That's what I want to do for you. …
"And who helps you escape, Liam?"
"We're going to the same place, Amy. I'm not standing outside, watching." His lips find my neck and then my ear. "I'm right here with you.