After kissing me softly on the lips, he walks to his car. As I watch him drive away, all I can think about is the sound of his voice when he says, “I love you.”
“Oh, my goodness!” Destiny exclaims when I tell her about my weekend.
She seems overjoyed to hear every juicy detail about how we never once left the cabin at any time. How we laid in each other’s arms on the bear skin rug in front of the roaring fire, and how it felt when he told me several times that he loved me.
“It was amazing. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.” I say before my voice trails off, while thinking about how his body felt on top of mine.
“He’s something alright.” She remarks and for some reason when she says it, it sounds more sarcastic than not.
Hesitating, I start to wonder what she meant by it, so I ask, “What’s wrong?” Before I regret even saying anything.
“Well, I don’t want you getting hurt. That’s all. A man like that instantly falling in love, all the signs point to something else. He is either
