Author's Note

"C'mon, lets get you home." He stood up and helped me up. We walked to my car, but before we were there I stopped.

"Well at least tell me what makes you weak." He turned to look at me and for a second he looked as if he suspected something. "I mean, what hurts you most?"

I walked towards him and pressed my lips against his. "You." he said on my lips. "You make me weak."