<span style="font-style: italic">"That must be very difficult to live with... I'm sorry to hear that." </span>His voice was soft to her like melody she hadnâ€™t yet mastered. Oddly enough it annoyed her that she was so drawn to this manâ€™s voice. Like a magnet drawn to a fridge. In fact she wanted to just smack that beautiful voice out of the man.<br/><br/>"Donâ€™t be sorryâ€¦sorry is an overrated word.  It means that you pity me, and pitying is one thing that I hate." She twisted herself to look out of the window. There was nothing but empty dirt, and trees in California. She wished to see cool houses, and a neat city. But that wouldnâ€™t happen for a long time. Las Vegas was ways away. Especially by foot.  She heaved in a sigh. Then, heard the little bustling sound of   one of his hand reaching behind the seat. She hardly cared and continue to zone out the window , listening to droning hum of songs that played through the stereo. Most were sad love songs, or random pop songs. Trying as hard as she could to try and ignore whatever his hands were doing.<br/><br/>The small sound of a bottle cap being twisted off caught her attention. She snapped her head to see the man lusciously sip a bottle of water. She could feel half her mouth nearly drool in ecstasy. Not only at the bottle of water, but the shape of his mouth, and the way excess water seemed to drip down his neck.  She choked in a breath trying not to allow him to see how much she wanted that bottle of water. Or even the way that he changed her. Quickly , she tilted her head, and went back to looking out the dreary window. It was so fucking boring. But then again , walking was boring to.<br/><br/>As if  she was a magnet she turned her head back to him. Just starring at him. She felt like a lost puppy dog left on the side of the road where no one wants her. That was what he did to her. And she absolutely HATED it. But there wasnâ€™t much she could do. It was something she was drawn to like deer to a pond.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Oh, I'm sorry. How rude of me...Are you thirsty?" </span>He offered her the bottle of water that he had just sipped. Luckily, she wasnâ€™t a germ a phoebe.. She reached out a hand and felt the way his skin brushed against hers. It once again sent a chill down her body that she shouldnâ€™t have felt. Another , feeling that she hated so much.<br/><br/>"Well yes how rude of you to ignore the fact that I had been walking for hours , and might possibly be thirsty? How rudeâ€¦" She  yanked the bottle cap off and took a swift sip. The taste of the cool water in her mouth felt refreshing, and once again she felt that same shiver down her spine. She wasnâ€™t sure what the chill meant. Whether it was a good thing , or a bad thing?  "Byâ€¦..the---" She wanted to say something but all of a sudden she felt light headed , and took another swig of water thinking that it must of been how dehydrated she was. By the time she set the bottle down the bottle was completely empty, and her head felt like it was pounding. "Dooâ€¦you have any aspirin?" She was hoping that he would at least have that. She wasnâ€™t sure why her throat was still burning, or why she felt so light headed, and had a funny feeling  in her stomach.