Run away with me

My name is Cindy, but everyone calls me Cinna, like from the hunger games. At least they used to. I'm 23 now and am more commonly known as 'Cinnamon', the infamous prostitute who just keeps going. I'm seriously questioning whether or not I should stop with my current... job. But I keep putting it off. Until HE arrives. As I study his face nochalantly the regular girls jump out of nowhere, begging him to use them and I lose y train of thought. I just stand back. That's how you get noticed. And he notices right away. He walks straight up to me and I welcome him. He decides to take me home.

As we settle down into his apartment bedroom, he pushes me softly down kissing me all the while and I notice how soft and gentle he is. Not like those other boys. We continue well into the night.

Afterwards he kisses me deeply and I giggle. He leans into my side and whispers 4 words in my ear. Just four very... simple... words. 'run away with me'.