TWISTED

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

TWISTED

My heart yearned more for Paul. The thought of us going on a special date filled my heart. I long for him to hold me in his hands and take me to the top of the mountains and take me back. I concluded that I love Paul. I was still thinking about him when he came knocking. I had been lost in thinking that I forgot to dress for the night. I opened the door for him and asked him to wait some minutes. “You mean you are not dressed up?” Paul exclaimed. “I’m sorry Paul, I’ll soon be here, give me just ten minutes,” I said. “Okay. I guess I have no choice but to wait. After all, it’s your night, I’m all yours.” He said. “Thanks, love,” I gave him a peck on his cheeks. “if you continue this way, we may end up not going,” he said lovingly, touching the cheek I pecked. “Almost done dressing,” I shouted from the bedroom. I must look my best, thank God I had go