"Urrhhh!"
Candice exclaimed as she clasped the book closed.
She was sitting outside, on her balcony reading a book. Or so, she thought. Three hours had passed with her still unable to finish up a page. It was not the fault of the book, 'The Porter' was an interesting book, she was not just into reading books.
She preferred watching TV, browsing f*******:, watching new dance trends on t****k, or keeping up with the real estate market. She was a realtor after all, she should be working, looking for new prospects not here sitting on her hands, reading a book with nothing better to do.
Two days had gone by when she had last seen Wayne, that morning, in his room after he had returned, he slept holding her for hours. She too had drifted off to sleep once again, his warmth providing a cocoon
