I slide my palms over my eyes to gain control and calm the torrent of tears wracking my body when I’m suddenly enveloped by heat. His arms find their way about my shoulders. His hand slides under my chin and tilts my face towards him, my fingers sliding away obediently with the shock of his familiar touch. It’s almost like he takes full control of my body in its weakened state, and I let him because I don’t know how to feel, and I need him to help me. I need him to be strong, cool, and ...