That okay. I'll go find somewhere else to sleep." Her fingers wrap around my arm. "You don't have to go anywhere. I feel safe with you.

Stay here, baby" he whispers, like he can read my thoughts. "Trust me, okay? Don't run

Isn't everyone hiding something?

I’m conflicted. On one hand, I want to stay in and catch up on The Vampire Diaries, but there’s this really awesome restaurant I’ve been wanting to try out.

There is something about someone trusting you enough with their secrets that it makes it easier to trust them. It’s like they’re opening their heart and in return yours should open up to them, too.

Stay here, baby … Trust me, okay? Don’t run.

When it all comes down to it, it’s just me and her against the world. Always has been.