AARON.
I walked into the kitchen, trying to control myself. Helena was, simply put….a lot. Her hair was messy, her eyes were wide and piercing, and her skin…gosh. I wanted to take her right there and then.
I don't know if there was any way of expressing what she was to me. She was mine, yet she wasn't. Her words that day still echoed in my head, stabbing my heart each time. My resolve was strong however, I would make her mine officially.
I calmed down, and walked back to the living room. This woman was already done with both loaves of bread. The look on her face when I gave her the chocolate flavored bread was gold. I had to stop myself from laughing.
“Thank you kind sir.” She said as she took a glass of orange juice from my hand. I sat down next to her, and the atmosphere shifted into
