The Scorned Lover

It is another cold and rainy day; the sun tickled over the horizon but only an hour ago. But you shall not see the sun today; it shall be another day of gloom. Though gloom is not what exists between these four walls, for in my arms is a rather exhausted Anastasia. We have indeed been busy the whole night through; now, I am not a man to complain, but some of my body parts are starting to feel the strain.

One thing that truly amazes me is how she can close her eyes and drift her body to another realm. And this has me staring at her this very moment; she looks like an exquisite angel as she lies here covered in satin. The love I feel for her seems to grow day by day, and that is what forces me to get up from here to go and make sure that our love remains untouched and pure.

Much against my better judgment, I have decided against informing her of Amelia. There is a chance that she shall find out, but not if I can draw Amelia out first. So as long as Anastasia stays here,