Layla
I exhale and inhale as we land. My boyfriend, Daniel, is excited to meet my family. We have been dating for six months and felt it was our natural step since I visited his parents last spring.
Daniel is tall, intelligent, and good-looking. We met at the hospital where he works as an intern doctor.
He takes my hand, and I smile at him as we leave his plane. We descend the stairs, and I immediately see Killian waiting before his car, looking devilishly handsome with his hand in his pocket. Time stopped as I took him in. He was 6'4 ft with a symmetrical, pleasing, sculptured face created perfectly by the gods —Killian was very attractive, and girls clung to him like bees on honey. I glanced at his chest and involuntarily swallowed. The thin shirt he wore was straining to cover his
