Paint The Wind
gay
Alexander looked up at her. His stomach dropped. He didn't deserve her. "Okay." He whispered, getting up as well.
She walked out with him. "I'm taking you to your house. You're going to sleep and I'm going to cook you something. I may be extremely angry and devastated by what you did but I won't just stand by and watch you suffer. Don't you dare say no, you're coming and you will do everything I say. Understand?" Her eyes still were full of pain and hurt but she was still so in love with him.