21: A memory on paper
"Thank you for setting me free from that prison and bringing me home safe" Marlene unstrapped her seatbelt and reached between her legs to grab her purse.
"It is not a prison." Michael answered and she only narrowed her eyes at him. It was proper dark outside now, so she could barely make out his features but the light that poured into the car from angle shone on his eyes, making him look so handsome. Those eyes were her drug.
"It is a prison, but have it your way." she opened the car door and prepared to get out but couldn't. He dug his fingers into her hair again and grabbed a handful of her strawberry blonde hair.
He was destroying the curls she worked so hard on just a few minutes ago. She looked even better than before she left for work. He had several ou
