Delilah
I can’t stop thinking about it.
The way we looked at each other and how he assured me of all my fears. It was different from any other conversation we have ever had. For the first time, he listened to me. He listened to my voice. It was all I needed and instead of being a step further…he moved closer.
While brushing my hair and looking into the mirror, I smile at the intimacy of our conversation. It’s embarrassing how the thought of his voice brings warmth to my skin. Forgetting the time, I get up from the vanity mirror, looking at my reflection once again.
Since I’m going to be at the arena today, it’s a better idea if I’m dressed like the part. I’m wearing a pair of jean pants that accentuate my curves and a long sleeve white top that’s tops right at my belly button. My hair
