Rowan. Age 25.
Sacramento Beach, California.
I learned that Sofea was Ryan’s age. At first, that didn’t bother me, because I thought I should look at her like a sister. But then, how could I look at her like a sister when I kept admiring her figure and secretly complimented her beauty. She is beautiful, inside and out. And I haven’t even known her for that long, no less than 48 hours! It’s crazy! I have never felt this way about someone so fast.
It had been a day since I asked if Sofea wanted to run away with me and her answer was something I didn’t expect at all. She agreed in a heartbeat before blushing madly as if she was shocked with herself. We ended up staying in that hotel room for half a day to rest before we ditched her car and took my bike as we drove to the Sacramento beach.
