“I wanted to have some time alone with you. It’s tough to be afraid of someone catching us in the act, I was sincere.
Ms. Sury knows my whole family, and I know if she saw me so close to William, shed bombard me with questions ar, even worse, she might tell my moms since they are friends
“Let’s talk to your father soon,” he said, surprising me.
“How?” I ask, not believing what I just heard.
“Princess, I don’t know if it’s clear to you, but I want to be by your side. Your father and I have never kept secrets. I feel bad for lying to him like this!” he vents.
He is tense about this subject.
One thing I’m sure of is that I abo want to be with him. But I’m very afraid to think about telling my dad. He’s extremely jealous when it comes to me, and I don’t know how he il react. I’m afraid hell prevent us from being together or that 21 strain my relationship with him or William
“Hey,” William says, holding my face with his hands and making me look at him. “You don’t have to be afraid. I will never let go of your hand,” He strokes my face gently. I close my eyes and sigh.
“I don’t know if I’m ready to face my father,” I say, being honest. “I don’t know how he will react or if he will accept,” There is fear in my voice.
“I don’t want to pressure you or foror you into anything. When you’re ready, we’ll talk to him,” He gives me a reassuring kiss.
“Thank you for understanding.” I express my gratitude..
“All for you, my pretty,” Your eyes
sshine when look into mine.
I smile and rest my head on his shoulder for a few minutes. But then I remember the pile of dishes I have to wash and quickly get up. Willians looks at me confused; he must think I’m crazy.
“If you saw the number of dishes I have to wash, you wouldn’t look at me like that,” I say,
“I’ll help you,” He gets up.
p, but I carefully push him down onto the sofa.
“What part of rest don’t you understand? | asked, crossing my arms.
“I love it when you boss me around. It makes you sexy,” He smiles playfully.
“You stay right there,” I pointed at him and said, “Do you want something to his well–being
“I want to taste you.” He speaks bluntly. My cheeks flush
thing to eat or drink? Do you want me to help you lie down on the couch?” I ask, concerned for
abraid of losing him
God, I’m so embarrassed.
