Oh my gosh. I'm actually in his house I think to myself as I walk with him to his bedroom. We both sit on his bed. The smell of his cologne fills the room. "So, care to share your life story?" He asked me. "Well it's really nothing special..." I say. "Come on, there must be something that you are willing to share." He smiles.
"Well, I grew up in Michigan, raised by my mom and dad. Me and my dad kind of had a difficult relationship..." I take a breath. He looks at me with concern. "Are you okay?" I look into his hazel eyes. I somehow manage to get lost in them.
"June...?" He puts his hand on my shoulder. I immediately came back from my daze. A tear rolls down my cheek. "My father would always tell me bad things about myself. That i would never be good enough, that I'm fat,..." I can feel myself starting to cry. Drake wraps his arm around me. He's so warm. So warm....
