His enthralling beauty was enough to break my heart; I couldn't believe he was actually mine.
Moments ago I was in his arms, roles reversed as I finally felt like the one being protected.
I sat in the chair of the room in our motel watching him sleep, taking a swig from the warm beer in my hands now and again.
With his bangs draped over his face, mouth slightly agape, Sammy looked so young, so innocent. He was the one who needed protecting.
His warm musky scent drew me towards him. How I yearned to touch him again; I pushed his soft, silky hair from his perfect face and kissed his forehead,
then returned to my post to watch over him once more.
I knew I should keep my distance, but I had gotten too close.
Now I could never stay away.
