Lost Words

"Am I selfish?" Beckett asked with tears welling in his eyes. Hurt, pain and sorrow was clearly written on his face. Emma raised her hand and gently stroked his cheeks, wiping the tears that have fallen.

She shook her head. "We can be selfish sometimes." She whispered.

His hands slipped around her waist and hugged her to him. The warmth that was radiating off Emma enveloped him. He was intoxicated with her smell. Her eyes. Her lips. Her everything. She was as addictive as a drug. No matter how much she gives him, he could not have enough of the beautiful girl.

He needed her.