Preface: I try so hard not to love him, not to care. But I cant help it. The way he looks at me, his voice, his hands...oh God, those hands. I grown and roll over in bed. I cant believe I almost told him that I love him before meet and greet. I had to make a great conscious effort not too. That would make it way to easy on him. He needs to know that he cant play me like that. I sigh and pull the duvet over my head. He has to know that it just isn't okay to...be a player. But I need him, that fact, has hard as it is to admit to myself is there, ever-apparent. All Rights Reserved.