I woke up and in the dimmed light I looked at him. He is so handsome and I wonder why he chose me. Is it love or is it lust? But as I looked at him, I wonder how he would caress my body, and how he would make love to me. Can it be or can I tell him to wait until we are married, if ever we will be?
We arrived at the airport around three in the morning. It was hard for me to wake up, so he supported me in going to his vehicle. We arrived home after half an hour we arrived at my house.
Mom slept in the living room.
“What took you so long?”
“We rode his private plane and had dinner in Malibu. The place was so beautiful and the staff was all kind.”
“Thank you for bringing her home safe.”
“I promise to always take care of her.”
And I smiled at him.
“I hate to do this, but you need to go.
