We sat here for about 10 minutes whilst she held me and played with my hair in silence.
"So, where are you taking me?" She asked.
I didn't think telling her that I'm taking her to a mental health doctor would be appropriate. "Where would you like to go?" I questioned.
"Well..." She said. I was expecting a detailed of where she wants to go, what she wants to do, what she's going to wear.
Why didn't I just say a romantic island, like, oh I don't know, White Light Island. The one of many that my dad owns. White Light Island is a small island, It's big enough for a population of 20,000 people but only has a population of 1,000, they are all lovely people. The crime rate is only 3% per year, most of the crimes occur from the monkeys dangling down to steal resident's food. Oh how I do love going there, the sand is as pure as a crystal and the water surrounding is so clear that you can almost see for miles. The people are never sad, the sky is always blue and the sun is always bright. It's hot but not so much as to fry you.
But after last time, it was a trip to remember.
Wait...She's just asked me a question.
"So what do you think? Sounds good right?" She asked with a big ass grin on her face that reached ear to ear.
"Hm...um...yeah...sure" I replied. What did I just agree to do.
As I sat there and listened to Kita talk I went back to my deep thought and I thought of her, (her being Mrs Smith), both of us, on my dad's Island in my cabin, with the wall sized window open lying in bed watching the sun set over the warm calming water, with just a thin sheet to cover our warm naked body's.
I wanted this to happen so bad.
This was going to happen.
It was time to get back to reality and get myself out of here. Alive.
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Mystery Of Love
RomanceA young girl who is a proud lesbian but after getting every girl attention, she only has eyes for the older woman.....
