You have to come back soon, Kid
Rosalie POV
The leather scent and the smell of cigarette, it’s all I can smell when I am in his arms. The hug is too tight, way too tight. But I don’t mind it a bit after the night I had.
Thinking about that day sometimes, I want to cry out loud. I want someone to hear me crying. I want them to hear me cry, and tell me everything will be okay. I want someone to pat me on the back, and tell me that it’s not my fault.
I know that I shouldn’t be close to him, I know it was creating confusion for me but maybe just for few seconds, few minutes, I could forget that and be immersed in the wave of affection he has for me. I want to believe that he cares even if it is for a few seconds, few minutes, few hours.
Whenever I have met a guy, it starts all good, we
