Ben took a swig of his beer as he shifted, his gaze wandering over your eyes, nose and lips..you were gorgeous. But soon his thoughts drifted and he creased a brow. He was a damn handful, knowing his love was more like a violent thunderstorm, rough and demanding unlike the soft, loving type you were probably used to. So what if you weren't strong enough to handle the power of his love? It was the only one that ever made him feel anything at all, were you even willing to try and weather his storm? He didn't know..