Amalia Anderson
I wanted to spend time with my father, but I also knew that I would miss Andrew terribly, and that sucked. It felt as if I couldn't have both. To have time with my father, I had to sacrifice spending the night wth Andrew. I knew he would understand; he was so gracious about it, and yet, I felt torn. I would feel that way, at least until I get married.
Andrew dropped us off at my place, and he placed a chaste kiss on my temple. It was the most he could do under my father´s watchful eyes. I sighed, and he nodded. He knew I needed this time to regroup and find solace in my own family, yet I only wanted solace in his arms. Maybe because I love him so much that I only need him to be happy, but I also understood that my relationship with my dad was on pins and needles. His req
