58. Moving out

Today is my first day at New York University and I'm nervous as hell. I mean I was going to college before I transferred and after my father's company issues, I had to stay off the spotlight.

I'm seated in the car with Adrian who had personally decided to be my driver himself.

I was glad he agreed to it and this morning, he had delayed me by five minutes because he refused to let go of me. He kept hugging me and telling me that he couldn't let me go because it would hurt him too.

"We are here," I said to him.

"And do you know what I want to do now?" He asked me.

"What?" I asked.

"I want to drive back home now and lock you but that would be selfish of me. I u to be happy. To do you and have an identity for yourself and maybe I'm a little selfish but you know I care for you a lot. I just don't want to see other men staring at you although I know that is impossible and if I could, I'd tell you to not make any male friends then I know that would only make me come out controlling. It's ju