"Adrian?" I asked from beside him, he rolled over onto his side to face me and ran his hand down my waist and hip, finally landing on my thigh, "Hm?" he asked, clearly caught up in the happiness of his day dreams and almost - the sheer bliss of sleep. "Thanks for not pushing me into this." he smiled and placed his hand from my hip to my hand and squeezed slightly. "I would never push you little damphir, if it does happen I want it to be because of love. You always call me a pervert and a drunk, i drink to self medicate myself and you know that, but i only look at other women to get my mind off of you, because I seem to sub-conciously know that you will never love me as much as your russian."
His words shocked me and i looked at him concerned. i felt his hand move from my shoulder and back to my thigh. He scratced absently at the fabric of my jeans and let a single tear drop from his perfect face. As the tear landed on the soft cotton of his t-shirt, a twenty pound hammer landed on my glass rimmed heart. i softly lifted his face to mine and looked him in his emerald green eyes. "Adrian," i paused and swallowed, i couldnt lie to him, but i didn't know the truth, "i'm not going to lie and say that you're the one." his face darkened and he started to tear up again, "But," i said quickly, his eyes lightened with hope, "i will say, when i'm with Demitri, you're in the back of my mind and i feel like i'm betraying you, but when im with you," i paused again trying to think of the right word, "It feels," i racked my mind for the word, "right." i finished.
he smiled and hugged me, "Thanks little damphir." i giggled and lightly placed my hand on his back, "No problem."