It felt like he was looking straight into me. I had no fucking clue what I was anymore. How could he? “And what exactly am I?” I bit out. His hands dropped from my wrists to cup my face, the tip of his nose brushing mine. “You are an alluring rose with secret thorns. A droplet of rain fighting to quench and to drown,” he said, looking deranged and enthralled all at the same time. “You are my only care in life.”
