Berkley
My shoulders shake with a silent cry. My face was buried in my hands until Kingston wrapped his arms around me and pulled me onto his lap. Now, as my tears fall against his chest, he rubs my back, consoling me in the only way he knows how. As much as I hate to admit it, it feels nice. I wasn't a kid that grew up having parents to comfort me in tough times. When my emotions were overwhelming, it was up to me-and only me- to figure out who to control them. There wasn't anyone there to tell me things would be okay, or just to sit with me through the pain. Having Kingston here consoling me... well, it's as if I found something that I didn't even realize I was missing.
The crying started to subside and I felt myself starting to relax in his hold. My back stiffens at the thought of m
