"Just forget about him, Armin. He's not worth it." He said, a hint of anger in his voice. He hates him after all. "I-I can't... he's everywhere... he's all I think about..." I cried, trembling in his arms. He was silently stroking my hair, twirling a piece of it around his finger. I shut my eyes, deciding to enjoy being in his arms. "What if... I take your mind off him?" I lifted my head off his chest and met his eyes. "How?..." He looked down at my lips then back into my eyes. He caressed my cheek and slowly leaned in. "J-Jean..." Warning: heavy sexual content, inappropriate language, and lots of fluffAll Rights Reserved