She contemplates and the little crease that appears on her forehead when she is stressed, nervous or thinking about something is there. She looks so adorable. I can stare at her all day long. She is more than she even knows and I wonder how long someone like her would have been wandering around before someone saw her and swept her off her feet. She was made for me and I utter a word of thanks to Mary and the angels for keeping her just for me. She clears her throat, drops her drink and faces me.
“I know you say I am yours…. Even when we were you know….” she trails off.
I smirk at her.
“you mean when we were having nasty s*x?” I ask her.
She clears her throat and nods.
She’s so cute.
“yes. When we were having sex.” she says.
“but I don’t know what that entails. What do you mean I am
