THE PROPOSAL

The guard opened the door quickly , and Loveth allowed him  to escort her inside the empty house. Her legs were shaky and the place between her thighs was wet and sore and stinging. Wryly she reflected that last night  was certainly a night to remember , that she would never forget. A straggling curl of reddish hair fell from her disheveled coiffure, dangling over her right eye. She pushed back the springy lock, tucking it behind her ear, and the thought of  Nicholas’s urgent fingers clasping her head, his mouth fitted securely to hers.

She reminded herself she should not be thinking about that as she tiptoed up the stairs quietly .  She prayed quietly she gets to her room before Wesley wakes up .

Despite having known Wesley  for most of her a year now , him  enduring the man's constant needling concerning the lack of a female companion in his  life, 

Loveth was embarrassed by the compromising situation. She felt her face