“Can we continue this inside? I gasped when she pulled free again.
She nodded frantically and withdrew from my car, allowing me to unbuckle and grab my bag.
Even before I shut the car door she was hugging me as tightly as I think anyone could. The passion of this beautiful, vulnerable young woman was like nothing I’d ever experienced.
She pulled back and wiped tears from her face, smiling and laughing, but sobbing at the same time. She pulled my hand toward the house, and me along with it. I let her run me inside, then as the door closed behind us she did all of that over again, the passionate hug, the frantic kisses, the tears, the laughing and weeping at the same time, pulling my hand where she wanted me to go.
I was surprised that it wasn’t to her bedroom. Instead, it was to the din
