LUCAS
There was not one person, living or dead, that had ever seen me cry. But Drew had and I’m not sure how I felt about that.
I am almost ashamed to admit that I’ve been using Drew to numb my pain-as an outlet of blocking out the agony that my heart is caught up in. It’s wrong, yes, it’s wrong, but when I get lost in her softness it’s the only time that I can forget. With the way she’s been so supportive, I shouldn’t be treating her this way. She deserved better than the barbaric possession of her body that I subjected her to. I wanted to be gentle but that would put me in danger of getting attached.
She had no way of understanding that she had become my drug. My tranquilizer. I was slowly becoming addicted to her. Though it wasn’t only about the sex. It may have been in the beginning but the more time I spent with her these past two weeks, things had started to change between us. We had been spending a lot of time together, I guess it was inevitable.