Marissa was enjoying being in Rico bed. Listening to him tell her about his life.  Love the sound of his voice the feel of his fingers in her hair and on her back. She felt oddly comfortable there. Like she was meant to be there. At first she felt as if she had no choice. Yeah she still felt a little that way. But Marissa couldn’t shake the feeling she was supposed to be with Rico.  Her attention was brought back as he continued his story.<br/><br/>“That’s a lot responsibility for someone so young.” Marissa said in awe. She couldn’t phantom having that kind responsibility. To have to make sure his siblings mother ate at time when things were much harder. Her parents always made sure she had what she needed.<br/><br/>“ No I suppose we don’t.” Feeling just a little guilty because she only had a job on the weekends. She still live at home while she was at school. So no she didn’t know that it was like to work hard. “But by the looks things you won’t have to work like that again”<br/><br/><br/>“Oh Rico, I’m sorry, This is too painful, you don’t have to tell me the rest” She turned  and look up at him cupping his cheek and thumbing the tear that feel down his cheek.