Jonathan

"Sur-" Ciara had cut me off with a kiss throwing me off balance as I backed up into the house along with Ciara as she bolts the door shut; never breaking our kiss. But was this right?.

Was this what she meant when she asked me to comfort her?.

I gently pulled back. "Wait, Ciara. This isn't right"

"I want you to help me forget everything, Jonathan. I don't want to dwell in on the pain much longer" She pauses. "Please, help me"

When she pleaded that way, I couldn't possibly turn her down. Leaning into her, our lips met as I picked her up; moving us to the...