I laid down on the bed with my hand covering my eyes. My cheeks are still flushed from earlier.
I opened my eyes and removed my hand from off of my face. I groggily stood up and walked to the arched window. In the garden there were flowers and a fountain. Despite the many roses only one stood out to me. And her name is Mila.
My heart throbbed as I remembered her shy look last night. I chuckled. Despite being a viper in the day she becomes quite docile with my kisses.
I don't know when it started. Was it from the moment we met? The night we spent together? Or after that?
