“that’s not what I am asking you Sergio.” she says and walks away from me to stand at the window. It is dark outside but the windows are open and from where she’s standing she can see the pond and the little bridge that goes over it. At night that place looks ethereal. With the fire flies lighting up the place, the gentle sway of the river and the sweet smell of the night air.
She looks like she is a of the magical sight. The soft blonde hair piled up on her head in a messy bun. I want to go to her and grab her, wrap her in my arm, hell, lock her down in this room and make sure no one sees her again. she’s all that is sweet and unsoiled in this world and I want to keep it that way.
“baby…. I have not slept with her ever. I am not attracted to her in that way trust me my love. We might ha
