Penitence

I can deal with anything, as long as I know it's the truth. It's the lies that are hard.

You're the first girl who's had the guts to touch my controls.

I want to be the one protecting you.

You have the poutiest lips I've ever seen." "Pouty?' I snorted. "Like I look bratty?" "Like you look kissable.

He nodded, his forehead fused with mine. "My head fogs when you kiss me like that. I can't think," he murmured. "It does?" I grinned. "I like making your head fog." I kissed him again.

You feel control drain away like sand falling from your fingertips. You can't hold onto it. It's gone. And so are you.

But there you are. Helpless. Unable to defend yourself. Vulnerable. Victim.

Thirty minutes until I saw Weston. I shouldn't be this excited about a ride home.