Disclaimer: I don't own Jack or Ianto (who's POV this is written from by the way). They belong to RTD and BBC
It's easier to say I love you than to tell you that I can't. As you press those burning kisses to my neck, murmuring feverish words of adoration, I don't feel them. Somehow I believe you can't love. You've had too many lovers, your hands on my body are too experienced; they've been on too many others's bodies, and I'm numb, Jack. You're inside me, yet I'm empty. I'm broken and you don't try to fix me; you don't know how. You won't know how damaged I am until too late. Until then, it's easier to say I love you.
A/N: Wow. Drabbles are really short. Eh. Thank you Mrs Davies.