Letting Go Of The Past

We turn up a dirt gravel road; there is nothing as far as the eyes can see, we stay on the road for another ten minutes. When we come around a turn, then I see it, the most beautiful house I have ever seen. It's not made from bricks or stone; it is from different kinds of wood. The windows are big, they are open, more windows than walls. It is surrounded by green grass all over, colorful white flowers everywhere, there is a pond with giant fish. Trees are surrounding the house for miles and miles.

"Is this where you stay? It is amazing."

"The other small house is at the back of it. If you are going to stay in town, you can stay there."

"Thank you; you really have been nice to me."

He gets that damn sexy smile on his face, and I swear my knees give in all over again. With a husky voice, he speaks, "It is hard not to be nice to you."

The tone of his voice vibrates over my skin. I take two swallow breaths and exhale. In a whimper, I speak to avoid my