Kade
I tried to keep a light conversation as we drove into town, hoping that it would help to better read her face. She was just too damn good at hiding her emotions because I wasn’t able to get a read on how she was feeling. I asked her out. Sure, on the premise of just as friends, a helpful gesture to make her feel like she was wanted in ways more than just her body, and give her an experience she should have had at least once before. Scratch that, with how she looked, she should have had all the guys fawning over her in school with countless jealous girls wanting to be her.
Now that she was getting better I could really see how beautiful this woman was. Her hair looked healthier, a little shorter and I suspected she had tried cutting off the ends that were dull and frayed, but overall
