The terror that takes over me is greater than any other I've felt in the past five to six years. I am afraid of my past. Yes, I do think of it, but never into details, I kept having nightmares about the night I was r***d, I'd wake up panting, shivering, but more than anything wishing I could forget. The nightmares only stop four months ago, after I met Rory and even though I don't dream of it anymore, I still don't think too deep into it. No one knew my fear because I never told them the mental and emotional torture I was going through.
When he sees my reaction and he gives me one of those charming smiles I'm beginning to love and stretches his hand and when I don't take it, he smiles and says. "I won't rush you, Taylor, I promise."
Weirdly enough, I love the way my name rolls off his to
