When he met her at 16 he was in his late 20s. He also was her parents gardener, which wasn't his actual profession.
He became friends with her at that point. What he felt was more than just friendship.
This is his story of when he met the one he cal...
I carried Delena up the stairs and laid her down on the bed. I resumed kissing her, as if my life depended on it.
Before we went any further their was one concern on Delena' mind.
"Boone?"
"Yes."
"Is Jenny-"
"Don't worry about Jenny. She's napping and recovering from a cold she got two days ago. I have a monitor near the window in case of anything."
Delena smiled.
"Now, where were we?"
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I smiled and she smiled back. I kissed her once again with the same passion and excitement as before. She unbutton and removed my shirt and caressed my chest. I took hold of her arms and held her down.
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She moaned and held onto me for dear life. As we made love, the songs from David Guetta and Rod Stewart played.
The one from Rod Stewart was partially the inspiration of the book title. I smiled realizing that as my Delilah continued to smile as I pleased her.
Almost an hour later...
We took a break and relaxed.
I took her hand and kissed it. She caressed my arm, amazed and admiring how I remained so fit after all those years.
"Do you like what you see?" I asked smirking.
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