I sigh.
He takes my hand and entwined his fingers in between the spaces of mine. "I'm always careful. And I need you to trust me that we won't get caught by my fans. They won't know you and I won't let them invade your privacy."
"I'm already risking my privacy by being with you." I answer him.
He kisses the back of my hand again while he glued his green eyes at me. "Just trust me."
"I do trust you."
He smiles. "Then stay longer. Stay until Cape Town. I need you after concerts. I need someone I can take out my stress to."
"Someone I can hold on to at night after a tiring concert and someone I can have a lustful and wild sex with." He adds.
"That someone is you Tate, and I don't want no one else." He continued to say.
My heart aches. He made me think that he only is after me for sex. He only needs me for sex. He only needs me to be around with him to satisfy his pleasure. He only needs me to fill his thirst. He only needs me for sex.