my arms,
but this is progress. I can work with
this.
I don’t miss the fact that I am here
comforting a woman. This is usually not
my thing, yet there is nothing that could
pull me from her in this moment. I want
to absorb all of her hurt and take her
back to how she was before he stole
everything away from her.
“Thank you.” She speaks softly
into my chest. I pull her away from me
so I can look into her eyes. I want her to
understand what she means to me.
“You have to know that I’m here
for you and there is no place I’d rather
be. You don’t need to thank me. I’m
yours.” I lean in until we are face-to-
face, eyes to eyes, lips to lips. She
watches through her gorgeous blue eyes
until I turn slightly to let our lips touch.
She closes her eyes and inhales deeply.
I make this kiss gentle and easy. She
needs to know that I have a gentle side to
me as well. I’m just finding out about it,
but it’s there. I wrap her in my arms and
we stand there for a long time.
I start to sing to her and our bodies
automatically begin to sway. She lets
her fingers entwine with my left hand
and then she pulls our hands up close to
her chest. She tucks our hands close to
her body, and I let my other arm pull her
in as tight as I can. I close my eyes and
realize how much I like having her this
close to me.
Ivy
I could push him away like my
mind is telling me to do, but I’ve
decided that going on tour is the best
idea for me. I don’t want to be here in
case Dylan tries to contact me. If I’m on
tour we will be constantly moving from
city to city. There will always be
security around, and I want to feel safe
again. I want this helpless feeling to
fucking vanish.
I’m not helpless. I’m a fighter. I
don’t let anyone get the best of me. I
could never go back to my apartment, so
now I’m homeless, and totally dependent
on Taron. This isn’t going to fly with me
either, but for a short time I’ll pick the
best of two evils and go with it. I have
always said that I would never depend
on a man like my mother always has. I
want to make my own way.
I don’t have any other options at
the moment, so I will give in and become
totally dependent on this man that can
both infuriate me and have me wet
within seconds of each other.
The real fact is, I need him right
now. I need him to feel again. Without
him, I let myself slide into the numbness
that is so easy to turn to. I don’t like that
I need him, but I do. I can’t let him know
this. He doesn’t need to know how
important he is to my emotional well
being.
Moments like this give me hope
that we can be together. His voice calms
me as he sings softly in my ear. The soft
side of Taron is beautiful and I cherish
every second he spends holding me as
we move to the music in his head.
I let my mind begin to wander and
decide that I need to put some distance
between us. I need him to be able to feel
and escape all of this, but I refuse to give
i nto him completely. That is just too
dangerous for me right now.
“We should probably hit the sack.
Our flight is early.” I pull away
knowing my feelings are all over the
place. I need to regroup and figure out
what I want out of him. I want to be
friends. I want forever. What the hell
do I want? I want forever with no
chance of heartbreak. We aren’t
promised that in any relationship. It’s
j us t that this one seems that odds are
especially stacked against us, so I lean to
being friends again.
“I’ll take the couch.” I grab the
pillow and move to the door. I hear him
moving around behind me so I look back
to see him also grab a pillow.
“Me too.” He is going to be
impossible.
“No. I told you we can’t be more
than friends.”
“And I told you that ship has
sailed. I’m not sleeping anywhere but
with you tonight.” This is that part that
infuriates me.
“Taron, I’m not sleeping with you.
I’m serious.”
“Ivy,
but this is progress. I can work with
this.
I don’t miss the fact that I am here
comforting a woman. This is usually not
my thing, yet there is nothing that could
pull me from her in this moment. I want
to absorb all of her hurt and take her
back to how she was before he stole
everything away from her.
“Thank you.” She speaks softly
into my chest. I pull her away from me
so I can look into her eyes. I want her to
understand what she means to me.
“You have to know that I’m here
for you and there is no place I’d rather
be. You don’t need to thank me. I’m
yours.” I lean in until we are face-to-
face, eyes to eyes, lips to lips. She
watches through her gorgeous blue eyes
until I turn slightly to let our lips touch.
She closes her eyes and inhales deeply.
I make this kiss gentle and easy. She
needs to know that I have a gentle side to
me as well. I’m just finding out about it,
but it’s there. I wrap her in my arms and
we stand there for a long time.
I start to sing to her and our bodies
automatically begin to sway. She lets
her fingers entwine with my left hand
and then she pulls our hands up close to
her chest. She tucks our hands close to
her body, and I let my other arm pull her
in as tight as I can. I close my eyes and
realize how much I like having her this
close to me.
Ivy
I could push him away like my
mind is telling me to do, but I’ve
decided that going on tour is the best
idea for me. I don’t want to be here in
case Dylan tries to contact me. If I’m on
tour we will be constantly moving from
city to city. There will always be
security around, and I want to feel safe
again. I want this helpless feeling to
fucking vanish.
I’m not helpless. I’m a fighter. I
don’t let anyone get the best of me. I
could never go back to my apartment, so
now I’m homeless, and totally dependent
on Taron. This isn’t going to fly with me
either, but for a short time I’ll pick the
best of two evils and go with it. I have
always said that I would never depend
on a man like my mother always has. I
want to make my own way.
I don’t have any other options at
the moment, so I will give in and become
totally dependent on this man that can
both infuriate me and have me wet
within seconds of each other.
The real fact is, I need him right
now. I need him to feel again. Without
him, I let myself slide into the numbness
that is so easy to turn to. I don’t like that
I need him, but I do. I can’t let him know
this. He doesn’t need to know how
important he is to my emotional well
being.
Moments like this give me hope
that we can be together. His voice calms
me as he sings softly in my ear. The soft
side of Taron is beautiful and I cherish
every second he spends holding me as
we move to the music in his head.
I let my mind begin to wander and
decide that I need to put some distance
between us. I need him to be able to feel
and escape all of this, but I refuse to give
i nto him completely. That is just too
dangerous for me right now.
“We should probably hit the sack.
Our flight is early.” I pull away
knowing my feelings are all over the
place. I need to regroup and figure out
what I want out of him. I want to be
friends. I want forever. What the hell
do I want? I want forever with no
chance of heartbreak. We aren’t
promised that in any relationship. It’s
j us t that this one seems that odds are
especially stacked against us, so I lean to
being friends again.
“I’ll take the couch.” I grab the
pillow and move to the door. I hear him
moving around behind me so I look back
to see him also grab a pillow.
“Me too.” He is going to be
impossible.
“No. I told you we can’t be more
than friends.”
“And I told you that ship has
sailed. I’m not sleeping anywhere but
with you tonight.” This is that part that
infuriates me.
“Taron, I’m not sleeping with you.
I’m serious.”
“Ivy,
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