“Why? Because I’m here with you?” I snap back, and it feels like I'm talking back to a parent. “Yes, because you’re here with me. You think I’d bring just anyone here? You think you’re just anyone?” “What does that mean? Who am I to you?” I whisper, tears filling my eyes. Shoving my body against the wall, and pulling my face toward his, he attacks my lips with his as he answers. “You’re everything to me.”
