R A Y V I N
The ride to our 'new home,' as James referred to it, was steadily and filled with so many unspoken loves. Brushing of thumbs here and there, passionate kisses and locked in each other's arms kept us occupied until I started yawning.
“Hold on, sweetness, we are here,” James announced.
“Here. Where?” I asked startled.
“Home,” he said with a chilling smile that wrecked all my nerves on his face.
Like a two-year-old excited and looking around to take in her new environment when visiting the grandparents, I wriggled and looked around with excitement. Compared to the old house, the environment of the new one seemed like…home. Lilly and roses planted right from the entrance all the way to the porch. Flowering shrubs with nice fragrant vines also stood grew on the left side of the
