266. His Life Is In Your Hands…

 “I promise you I can handle it; can you just tell me what's wrong?” Tylor mouth ached from asking the same question over and over again. He was surprised when she came to his house by past twelve in the night, her face red and teary, she hugged him tight immediately she saw him, not wanting to let go.

She cried throughout the night and no matter how many times he asked her what was wrong, she refused to talk. He thought of a thousand things that must have happened at the white house but he could not imagine any.

“Beb, you hurt me when you're like this, tell me what it is okay, a problem shared is half solved.” He tried to coax her into talking. If she actually kept crying like this, she was going to fall sick.

Tristin stared at the pretty face in front of her, after a few seconds, she touched him with her hands, feeling his skin. There were a lot of things she still wanted to do with him. They haven't even done any of those thi