kisten

As my hand found his, bitter salt tears spilled from my eyes, in sorrow and pain and regret that I had so utterly failed him.

His right ear still held both studs, and I wondered who had the missing earring. I would have asked, but was afraid he__ tell me Ivy had it.

You had this all planned, didn__ you?' I accused. 'Thought you could come in here and seduce me like you do everyone else?' It wasn__ as if I could be angry, lying atop him as I was, but I tried.

Ivy!' I stammered, then glared at Kisten. 'You told Ivy? Thanks a hell of a lot. Want to call my mom next?

And then there are the rare ones who know love, who understand it. Who freely give of themselves, demanding only a return of that love,that trust.