She was always at fault. He was the one to change that. She was never good enough. He made her feel so loved. She loved him, and she knew he loved her. But was their love enough? *** "You're so fucking beautiful." he whispers in my ear. He grips me tightly by the waist and pulls me into him. Destroying any space between us. He kisses me hungrily and I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back. He slowly pulls away from the kiss and places kisses down my neck. "You're perfect, Kaitlyn you're perfect. And you're fucking mine." he whispers against my skin.