“For the love of..” Dina sighs, ringed hand over her mouth as she stares at you - all pretty on her bed. Just wearing a loose t-shirt and some shorts, her clothes probably. She doesn’t care.

She shouldn’t be doing this - she understands. She knows. But, she just can’t help it. Falling in love with a pretty little thing like you was a gift; and a curse all the same.

But, fuck. You make it hard to let go.