“Are you doing okay down there?”
“You wouldn’t happen to have seen a dryer anywhere?”
“No,”
“Okay.” She opened the door. “I’m sure body lotion is out of the question.”
She looked damn hot in his T shirt. Though she was skinny, her curves were so feminine. Her waist was tiny and her butt filled out the T shirt quiet well. Though her hair was still spiky from being wet, she still looked gorgeous.
“You look good.” He said as he kissed her gently on the mouth.
“Thank you. I actually prefer a simpler look.”
“I love you.” He stared into her eyes. She never responded, all she could think of was if he was saying the truth. She never believed or trusted anyone. She kissed him gently on the mouth. For the first time she understood the saying that goes, to love is to lose control.
CHAPTER SIX
Flora McAllister woke with a startled scream. She sat up straight up in bed as her heart hammered on her chest. She splayed her hand to her heaving chest. She sent a frantic, frightened glance around the dark room. No, threat, wheew none. Just her shadowed bedroom in the middle of the quiet night. Silvery moonlight streamed in the high, narrow window over the door.