He Was The Kind Of Guy That

We’ll Never Be Over, Eva.

I Realized We'd Pulled Into A Parking Garage. We Drove Around Two Levels, Pulled Into A Spot, Then Immediately Pulled Out Again. Along With Four Other Black Bentley Suvs. "what's Going On?" I Asked, As We Headed Back Toward The Exit With Two Bentleys In Front Of Us And Two Behind Us. "shell Game," He Said.

I Kicked Off My Shoes And Pulled His Hand Away From The Wheel So I Could Straddle His Lap And Hold Him. His Grip On Me Was Excruciatingly Tight, But I Didn't Complain. We Were On An Insanely Busy Street, With Endless Cars Rumbling Past On One Side And A Crush Of Pedestrians On The Other, But Neither Of Us Cared. He Was Shaking Violently, As If He Were Sobbing Uncontrollably, But He Made No Sound And Shed No Tears. The Sky Cried For Him, The Rain Coming Down Hard And Angry, Steaming Off The Ground.

He Caught Me To Him And Cupped My Cheek In One Hand. “i Want To Keep Feeling The Way I Feel When I’m With You. Just Tell Me What I Have To Do.

Your Kisses Are Mine.