Prez's POV
Her question brought me out of my rage, and my attention focused back on her. Why should it make me any less of a man? The question replayed in my head over and over again, but I didn’t seem to be able to answer it. Not really, anyway. There was this picture in my head that I thought a man should be, but…
“They were things out of our control, but we got through it, and we moved on.”
Her soft voice continued to draw me in and lure me away from the darkness that consumed that part of my mind. It faded until there was nothing left and all I could see was the way she looked at me. The way that made me feel good about myself and--- and the way she fit so perfectly here in my lap.
MINE!
“That’s the important part, Prez,” she smiled at me gently, and her warmth made my heart skip
