Despite my protests over dinner and my not so wise decision to stay away from her because of my own guilt, I had found myself looking forward to spending the day by Shyla’s side. More so because she had not changed or hinted at changing her mind even after the regrettable way the night had ended.
Morning would not come fast enough, however. I had tossed and turned a thousand times, but the night was bent on taking its damn time before it let the daylight through, turning my anticipation for the day ahead into anxiety. And when I could no longer take the knots in my belly that only seemed to get tighter, I’d decided to get planning. Which involved nothing but me ensuring that our little intimate journey did not get interrupted by unwanted guests. I would not have a repeatition of Dovah eve
