“Looking at you, holding my breath, for once in my life, I’m scared to death, I’m taking a chance, letting you inside.
I’m feeling alive all over again as deep as the scar that’s under my skin like being in love, she said, for the first time.
Maybe I’m wrong, but I’m feeling right where I belong with you tonight, like being in love to feel for the first time.”
(Lifehouse – First Time)
When I woke up in the morning, I found out I was alone in bed, and I couldn’t help feeling disappointed. I sat up and reached for my discarded clothes. Jase’s sweatpants and his stained t-shirt were still lying on the floor together with my jeans and sweatshirt.
I got dressed quickly, wincing when the jeans rubbed against the wound on my lower belly, and almost ran into the kitchen, bathing in the l
