"God what is it about you." My voice trembled as his thumb softly stroked my cheek. "I just can't help it." I leaned into his hand as a tear rolled down my face.
"God what is it about you." My voice trembled as his thumb softly stroked my cheek. "I just can't help it." I leaned into his hand as a tear rolled down my face.
"C'mon, lets get you home." He stood up and helped me up. We walked to my car, but before we were there I stopped.
"Well at least tell me what makes you weak." He turned to look at me and for a seco...