When morning came, Amira looked at her first lover with something akin to admiration in her eyes. Xavier Ruiz was the first man to ever touch her intimately. He had deflowered her in the most pleasurable way imaginable, and she had loved every second of it.
But now, she must part ways with him. They didn’t belong to the same world after all.
She did her best not to wake him when she lifted his arm that had been draped around her waist. She then rolled off the bed and looked for her dress in haste.
It was still early. Barely six in the morning. And although she valued her sleep greatly, she hadn’t been able to get much rest during the night. She had been way too excited, giddy and contented for sleep to claim her. Add to that the fact that she didn’t have her pills on her, and it was
