HIS AND HIS ALONE

EMILY

Could I describe in words what this night was like? It was like the sunrise on a spring day, shyly embracing the land, still numb from the harsh winter since dawn. I was afraid to give myself to a stranger, who, without asking my permission, stole my heart, my dreams and my future. I knew he loved me because I could see in his eyes the flame of love burning with mad passion. But I was afraid to let myself be loved and pampered, as he said.

The way he made me feel was as hot as a hot summer day, but tender as the petals of a rose. The powerful thrill that shot through my whole body made me tremble from every joint. It was new, but so wonderful. I felt as if I had touched the impossible or discovered the infinite.

I didn’t think there were men who could make a woman feel more treasured than the most important treasure. But look, I was wrong. That man was real, and he only wanted me. Do I deserve such luck? It didn’t even matter now. What mattered was that Mike was mine, and I was