He hurts. I hurt.

“I know I’m not supposed to want him. He’s my own slice of forbidden fruit – my …”

“You’re perfect for me. Other than the fact that you like to show off this delec…”

“Even the most beautiful flower, the rose," he argued, "has the thorn that makes…”

“I might shatter into a million pieces,” he grinds out but drops my hands. “I’ll…”