Lily
“This isn’t a restaurant.” I stopped him as he slid his key into the lock and he turned with a small smile. His dark eyes darker now we didn’t have the street lights pounding down on us. I only knew he was smiling because his teeth were Hollywood white. “I thought we were going for food. Where are we?”
“We are going for food Lil Bum, you wanted Italian right?” He flicked on the light and he seemed to haloed in the warm yellow glow for a second .
“Whose house is this?” I hesitated before stepping past in them. This was such a bad idea. A restaurant was safer. Not that I thought he would hurt me. Not physically anyway. But emotionally? Emotionally I was vulnerable.
“Mine, at least whilst I’m here. It’s less conspicuous than a hotel with my record.” He gave a shrug as he closed the
