Eventually we were toweling each other off, exchanging little kisses and cuddles that were making me crazy, but not as much as her little giggles and bright eyes were.
She went back into the bedroom to get dressed, and I sat down heavily on the toilet lid, my hand running through my short hair as I tried to collect my thoughts. I couldn't help the silly grin on my face, but still the demons still whispered at me from the corners of my mind. She was going to go back to school and forget about me. Just another spoiled rich girl looking to walk on the wild side for a few days before going back to her safe, comfortable life.
But this time, the demons were failing to convince me. Or maybe I just desperately wanted them to be wrong, I wasn't sure. I remember reading somewhere that people will
