have power over me. You know you do," I whisper.
"Do I? You make me feel... helpless."
"No!" Oh Fifty... "Why?"
"Because you're the only person I know who could really hurt me." He reaches up and tucks my hair behind my ear.
"Oh, Christian... that works both ways. If you didn't want me - " I shudder, glancing down at my twisting fingers. Therein lays my other dark reservation about us. If he wasn't so... broken, would he want me? I shake my head. I must try not to think like that.