It's eight o'clock in the evening and we're here in the living room sitting on the sofa and watching a TV show, his head is leaning on my shoulder and he's also hugging his arm here
in the midst of silence is I turned to him and I spoke
"what are we really, what's really the score between you and me ? is this just part of my job with you?"
because of that thought I was suddenly hurt because maybe that's it, maybe he's not serious about what he shows me
he moved away from leaning on my shoulder when he heard what I said he turned to me and stared into my eyes and held my two hands I was surprised when he kissed them passionately
after he did you he spoke
"Don't you notice? What I'm showing you now is because that's how I feel Maybe I made you feel that way at first but you didn't n
