She pulls me down with her and moves her lips to my neck. I swallow and slow my heartbeat, not wanting to let onto the tension gained from her hovering there. She kisses my neck and I close my eyes, knowing she wouldn't do anything to hurt me.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I open my eyes and study her, setting a hand on the side of her face, "I'm not afraid of you, Jacks. I had a bad experience... a long time ago. I'm afraid of that happening all over again, even though I know it won't."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
For in everything it is no easy task to find the middle ... anyone can get angry—that is easy—or give or spend money; but to do this to the right person, to the right extent, at the right time, with the right motive, and in the right way, that is not for everyone, nor is it easy; wherefore goodness is both rare and laudable and noble. — Aristotle