I was getting ready to go meet up with my dad and confront him about the videotape.
I was wearing black jeans and a black sweater with a gold watch.
I dropped off Izabella to get ready since she wanted to go her house to go get ready, she wanted to come.
I grabbed my keys and unlocked my car door. Today I decided I wanted to take the black Mercedes Benz.
I got in the car and turned on the seat warmer for Izabella. She had said she likes her seat being warm so I kinda noted that.
I drove quickly to Izabella's house speeding down the road as cars humped at me. I started slowly pulling up to her house.
I got out and went straight up to her door and knocked a couple of times waiting for her.
The door opened revealing her wearing a smile on her face.
I pulled her face closer to mine and kissed her on her cheek as she greeted me with a small "Hi.".
"HI Bella, you ready?' I asked her as she sipped down out the door and nodded. I grabbed her hand and led her towards the car opening the door for her. As she got in I heard a giggle making me form a small smile knowing she was happy that her seat was warm.
I got in and looked at her as she wiggled on the seat. "I warmed it for you." I said making her look at me with an 'Aww' face.
"I could give you a thousands of kisses right now-" She was talking but I cut her off.
"You could." I said looking at her smirking as she rolled her eyes but leaned in to give me a kiss on my cheek. She did one and was about to lean back but I grabbed her chin softly and pointed to lips as she smiled at me and gave me a kiss on my lips but participated in it too.
The kiss was sloppy and it was also slow but I had to stop it before we got to carried away. Izabella fixed her self and posture and looked away embarrassingly making me chuckle at her.
I finally had started to drive but this time I went slow since Izabella was in the car. Izabella was laying her head against the window with her elbow holding up her face. I looked at her furrowing my eyebrows thinking something is wrong.
Her frown deepened more making stop the car and pull over making her gasp.
I turned to look at her and I grabbed her chin slowly and gentle. "Whats wrong?" I asked her with concern.
"What are we? Like do we have label or?" She paused and took a deep breath. "I feel as though I'm starting to get attached to you and I don't even know what we are." Her eyes were getting watery but I wiped them even though no tear slipped.
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SECRETS
Romance"I want your lips against mine Izabella." se·cret /ˈsēkrit/ noun plural noun: secrets something that is kept or meant to be kept unknown or unseen by others. When a married man feel sexually attracted to his assistant, he's has nothing else better t...