MIKE
“What did you cook? What are we going to serve?”
“Surprise! I won’t tell you until we get home.”
The longer I stayed around her, the stronger I felt the dancing butterflies in my stomach. My heart was pounding and my breathing was labored. On the way, I was as attentive to the road as possible, but I was still glancing at her. She was gorgeous in whatever she wore.
It was clear that I had fallen madly in love with this woman I once considered an enemy and knew nothing about. All I knew was that she was suffering, but nothing more. I wondered if I was crazy; to have fallen in love with the woman I considered an enemy was immoral.
For the first time, I wasn’t interested in a woman’s past, which was strange for me too. When I met Mary, I was so curious about her past. I wanted to know all about her. What kind of woman she was, where she came from, what family she had, what she liked... everything.
I even asked some friends what they thought of her, which I later found embarrassin
