Broken Hearts Need Some Help to Heal (Nic and Erin)

I nod and walk in, closing the door behind me. Thank you. I think I stayed in this room when I first moved here. I look on the wall behind her and see the mismatched paint covering a hole. I chuckle. Yes, I definitely lived here. My apologies I'm the one that put that hole in the wall. I take a seat on a chair next to her and smile.

I laugh a bit as I then ran a hand through my brown hair and smiled at him some more at that moment. "It is fine. I find that it brings character to the room." My blue eyes met his as I smiled a bit.

I chuckle. Glad I could add some fun to your room. So, do you need to vent about anything? Any woman that knocks down four shots of whiskey like its nothing clearly has something on her mind. I look at her with a welcoming look in my eyes.

I look at him some more as I then say, "You want to know about my past? You want to know what I have gone through? You really don't know about my story, huh?" I give him a small smile as I was so happy that he did not know the whole ordeal about me. It was pleasant to have someone who did not.

I shrug and raise my eyebrows. No offense, but I honestly don't know anything about you. I've been preoccupied. I raise my eyebrows.

I shake my head. "No! That is wonderful because people judge me greatly now and days." A frown crossed my lips as I then looked at the picture once more of Zeus and I at that moment. "Well, lets just say I have had my heart ripped out of my chest by my ex-husband."

I nod. Sounds familiar. Only mine died. I shake my head. That's why I was on leave. I look at her. Would've hurt more if she hasn't cheated. I chuckle and move over to the couch next to her. Well, your husband's an asshole. You're stunningly beautiful, kind, smart. I pause and look her in the eyes. Do you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you?

When he was talking about everything, besides his late wife dying, I smiled the whole time. Then he said those words that I was thinking about it my head. Of course I wanted to kiss his lips. "Yes. Yes I do." I admitted to him as I looked into his eyes once more. Our eyes were locked a bit. My lips were already parted a bit as I moved closer to him at that moment. Wait, I stopped moving and looked at him with a little fear. I was afraid to see my heart out instantly.

I cup her face in one hand and stroke her cheek gently. I move in closer and lean my forehead against hers. I'm not going to hurt you. I look into her eyes and smile softly. She's been hurt before. So have I. Two broken people fit together rather well.

His voice was calm and soothing as it was drawing me in closer to him. Our lips were close to each other as our foreheads were touching. My voice was soft as I then whispered to him at that moment, "Broken hearts need some help to heal, huh?" A smile formed on my lips some more at that moment.

I smile softly and kiss her lips gently. My other hand rests on her hip. She really is amazing. I need someone like her. I need someone that's been broken. I need someone that won't be naive. I need her. I need someone that balances the bad boy in me.

Our lips were mashed together as I then felt myself slowly be relaxed, but not fully relaxed. He was a broken soul just as I. Mine from a hybrid and his from his wife dying. That was when I pulled back and felt the alcohol I had consumed before at the Grill and then before at my brother's start to take over a bit. My eyes looked into his eyes as I stayed still once more then.

I lean my forehead against hers. I'm not going to take advantage of a tipsy girl. I chuckle and kiss her again. I shake my head and smile. Where the hell did you come from? I ask her. Where has she been all of my life. Damn shes perfect.

I smile a bit as he said that he was not going to take advantage of me. "Well, my mom and dad got really happy...nah I am kidding! Where have you been my whole life? Where have you been before this whole ordeal happened?" This was the first time in a while that she was truthfully smiling.

I laugh and look at her. Australia mostly. Then in a relationship with the wrong girl. I tend to pick the wrong girls. I chuckle and shake my head. You're different. That much is clear. I smile and kiss her again.

We were kissing again as I then pulled back, "Well, I didn't pick winners myself before I met you Nic." My hands were on top of his warm hands as I then felt myself being warm in his small embrace. This was the man that was going to help me heal. And I was going to help him heal as well.

I smile softly. What do you think this time? I smirk. Am I a winner? I chuckle and look at her.

I nod my head as I then whisper, "I do think that you are a winner, just need to prove it some more to me Nic." I lean onto hims some more at that moment. "Am I the right pick this time?" I asked him in return.

I smile and kiss her again. Yeah. I know so. I smile softly and brush the hair from her face. Poor girl. She's been hurt. Whoever hurt her's a huge asshole. Who could hurt someone like her?

After we were done kissing for the third time, my head rested onto his shoulder as I was smiling a bit more right then. I could hear his heart beating and knew this was going to be good for me. Being with a human.

I smile and lean back against the couch. I wrap my arms around her and sigh contentedly. So, tell me something about yourself. I smile softly.

I then curl into him as my head rested onto his chest at that moment. MY blue eyes did not look up at him as I then said, "What do you want to know? I will answer any question of yours truthfully."

I raise my eyebrows. Let's start simply. Family? I ask her and trace circles on her arm.

My head was still on his chest as I then said, "Mom, dad, and my brother Emmett. They are all dead. I also have a half-brother. His name is Primo and I know he is going to want to meet you to make sure that you are good. He is really angry after what happened. And you?"

I nod. I don't know who my real parents were. I was born into a foster family. Both my "mother and father" were particularly abusive. I had a bunch of foster siblings but I don't remember them. As for your brother, I'd be happy to meet him.