"What's your full name?" He whispered into my ear, so close I could smell him. Apple and cinnamon had become my favorite smell. "Sherelyn Rosette Hathaway." I said getting weak in the knees. "Rose." He said pulling away. I could feel his presence disappear. "What?" I choked out. "I will call you Rose because your a strong willed red rose." The alcohol in me burned. "You don't even know me." I whispered. "Then let me in Rose. Let me love you." "I'm hard to Love. Keep up if you can." ~~~~~~~~ Hi guys!!! So this is my second story (Dear John is first one) and I hope you enjoy it. It has some mature content in it and some real life stories, but no real names in it. Please vote and comment! ~Rose "All Rights Reserved