“I dream of your smile.” He follows the curve as if he’s an artist. “I’ve thought about you every night since the first night we met.”

Will seeing me be a problem?”
While there’s this overwhelming voice screaming yes in the back of my mind, there’s a smile twisting on my face and I bring my hands together in front of me, feeling suddenly shy. Did he just say...? “So we’re seeing each other?”
Isaiah touches an earring. “Yeah. I guess we are.”
My head bobs back and forth because I so need more. “Like more than friends?”
“We can be friends if you want. But...”
“But what?” My stomach begins to plummet. Did I misread all of this?
His gray eyes bore into mine with an intensity I’ve never seen from anyone before. “But I want more.”
“More?” I whisper.
“I want to kiss you again.

This is who I am. Accept it or not. The tattoos won't wash off, the earrings will never change. I am who I am and nothing more. I am loyal to a chosen few, I always keep my word and I'll protect you with my life.

I can’t give you the world, Rachel, but I’ll give you all I got.

She fastens her other hand securely on my wrist, and moves so that she's behind me. Good job, angel. Let him know I'm your man. At least your a fast learner.
I rub my thumb over her smooth skin in approval, then stop. She doesn't need my approval. I'm not her man, but, for now, I am her protector.

An hour ago, I never would have thought that someone like him could be my savior, but he is. What type of person would I be if I left my savior behind. "I'm not leaving you behind.