Heidi
Cason, that’s my savior's name. I met him only a week ago. He came into town with his equally gorgeous brother and got some gas. When he came into the store, I could hardly look at him. He was perfection, tall, black hair and blue eyes, he had tattoos all over his arms, hands and neck.
He called me princess, and baby. He asked about my bruises and if my boyfriend had done that to me. I told him I didn’t have a boyfriend. He said that was good. He came back the next day and asked me about the cut on my wrists. I confessed that when my mom died five years ago, I tried to take my own life to join her. When a tear ran down my face, he wiped it away and then brushed his lips against mine. It was my very first kiss.
He made me blush fiercely. When I met his brother on his third visi
