The ride was more pleasing and comforting than I imagined.
I kept wondering how he managed to carry me despite my weight and didn't grumble till we got home.
He dropped me on the bed, while he went out without shooting me a glint.
I know it's annoying but he should try to understand that this isn't my fault.
He came back shortly with a bowl of water and a towel.
He stroked my ankle, while I resisted glancing.
Is this Collins? Or has he been swapped when he went to get me water? Lots of questions were going through my mind but I wouldn't dare to ask him, not even after what he had gone through. He left when he was done with the massaging.
He came back with a drug and a cup of water. He also gestured for me to take it.
Wait! Is it an abortion pill? Or probably the drug that will ma
