ThugWorkout wrote:
mishca was helpless. there was no use in trying to stop him - he simply wouldn't, and it would just make him more angry. but she didn't want him to leave. he was all she had left. "okay." she said, wiping her eyes again. she sat at the end of the bed, trying to pull herself together.
carlos ran his hand up and down her thigh soothingly, glancing down at her, he pushed a few strands of hair from her face. "tired, princess?" he whispered, holding her close to his body, he turned the television down a little bit.