Since I've been in Canada for three days, Victor Damion has been playing the role of my husband to the point where my belongings are not just worn out, but completely exhausted. I was completely wrong in my assumption that it couldn't be done. I suppose that is what happens when you attempt to make up for a time span of three months in a time frame of seventy-two hours.
I believe I should be thankful for the five-hour drive because it allows me to take a break from the almost continuous s*x we have been engaging in. Although Victor Damion won't admit it, I think it's possible that he's had enough for a while now too.
Before heading out to his parents' house, we stop by his apartment first. The location strikes me as extremely foreign. Because Amelia insisted that we stay at her house, we
