We kiss until my eyes are wet and my lips are bruised. Adam has never been rough when kissing me before, so I know all too well that it has something to do with the fact that we're seated on his late mom's grave. He is channeling all his anger, the denial and the frustration into the kiss, and I know that he will feel better after this.
I let him do whatever he wants with me because I love him and I want him to be fine. I know just how strong he is, so seeing him heartbroken makes me feel like s**t. It means that he's hurting so bad.
He rests his head on my shoulder once we break the heavy kissing. I hold him close to me, cuddling his head with my hands as I hold him with all the tenderness I can master. He needs me, so I'll be here for him.
When I was recovering from the kidnapping,
