Chapter Thirty Five: A taste of what has been desired for a while
This felt strange. I was cuddled up on his couch, waiting. I had no idea what I was waiting for but I was growing more anxyiys with each second that passed.
I looked around the house like I was seeing it for the first time. What else was there to do?
Impatience. It was surely growing and beginning to override my nerves.
Just as I was about to stand up, I heard his footsteps behind me and cleared my throat before finding the courage to look at him once he was in front of me.
He had a glass of wine in his hand and another of what appeared to be juice. He handed me the juice and I reluctantly accepted it.
"Well, I don't think we have enough time before school starts. Celine and James might wake up and realise that I am
