| Current mood: | guilty |
| Current music: | Hot Hot Heat ; No, Not Now |
I want to. So badly. I want to show him.
But I can't. I just...can't.
I can't give him what he wants. And that makes me feel inadequate.
It used to be so easy. One look was all it took. One kiss, one touch. But now...now I loathe that look, I tremble at his lips on mine, my stomach knots at his touch.
I'm afraid of him.
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