Dear diary:
It's two in the morning and things could not get weirder. I'm trying to play back the events in my head and I'm wondering if I've just made another big mistake between Nick and myself. Why does he have to be so completely irresistible? Why can't I just force myself to block him?

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Nick's hands traveled the length of her body as Cassie backed her way up the stairs. Once they reached the top, she landed on the floor and pulled him down with her. "Help me to help you get over the pain," he whispered, soon lowering his mouth to hers for another kiss.

Cassie became lost, getting trapped in the perfect moment they were sharing. They managed their way into the bedroom, stumbling onto the bed. "I care for you so much." She was trying her best to keep the tears in her eyes from falling.

"No amount of poetry sung or recited could describe what I feel. I don't think any type of words could describe what I feel." He lifted the hem of her dress slightly, feeling her warm flesh underneath.

"You hands feel so good on my skin." She felt his fingers dancing their way towards her panties. "Touch me right there," she urged.

"Gladly," he grinned, his eyes looking slightly heavy under the influence. "I'll touch you anywhere you want."

"Touch me here." She lowered the top of her dress, revealing the skin that covered her heart. His lips moved down, planting butterfly kisses over the specific spot.

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God, I feel like I've totally blown it again. We can't work, not after everything that's happened. Why did I give into my emotions? It's causing me nothing but more pain. The only reason he acted on any impulse was because he wasn't himself. The fact that I can't get him to show me any kind of sexual emotion unless he's depressed or tipsy is what hurts the most, although, I have to take half of the blame on that one. I mean, I don't have to give into my emotions and his advances when he's like that but I do.

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Cassie straddled Nick's figure, gazing down into his drunken lust-filled eyes. "I could stay like this forever; lying in a bed with you on top of me."

"Don't say things you can't take back," she whispered and then leaned down for a kiss.

"I don't say things I don't mean."

"Why are being so talkative?" she giggled, knowing it was probably due to the alcohol.

"Because I like hearing your voice, it turns me on more than what I already am."

"Everything you're saying sounds so wonderful."

"That's because it's the truth."

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I'm in too deep now. I just don't know if running and hiding would be the best way to handle this one. My head is telling me not to deal with it, that it'll be too much to for me to try and maintain if I stay. I don't think I've ever been so lost in my life. Sometimes I wish I would've ended up going with the baby. I'd be better off dead.

Dear diary: It's two in the morning and things could not get weirder. I'm trying to play back the events in my head and I'm wondering if I've just made another big mistake between Nick and myself. Why does he have to be so completely irresistible? Why can't I just force myself to block him?

Dear diary:
It's two in the morning and things could not get weirder. I'm trying to play back the events in my head and I'm wondering if I've just made another big mistake between Nick and myself. Why does he have to be so completely irresistible? Why can't I just force myself to block him?