Thomas felt like all his hair stood on end, as he jumps up from his sleep hearing the crying.
He felt his body runs hot then cold as it began vibrating, unaware of where the crying was coming from.
Still drunk with sleep and fatigue,
with his eyes close once more he quietly tries to figure out if he was having a dream or if it was real. Then the cry came again, so he listen attentively to hear where the crying was coming from.
Then the soft voice said, "Please Paul, it is just three weeks again and we will be married."
But she had stopped talking and was crying once again.
Getting up from his bed, Thomas went to her, kneeling next to her.
Trying desperately, to adjust his eyes to the darkness in the room. Not wanting to switch on the light to disturb her sleep.
Thomas, knew immediately it was Christa. He spoke softly to her trying to comfort her but the cry was so heartbreaking.
Thomas strokes her hand gently, only to feel her hand was freezing with the AC.
Trying to help her to relax after getting her a blanket.
But the crying increase, then her hand moves upon his, radiating a surging fire. He had never experienced this before in any other relationship.
Feeling as though his body comes alive immediately and was out of control.
Causing riot and a sweet craving he has never felt before.
Ignoring the purpose, she came for at that moment, and what his intention was when he heard the crying.
Thomas lay next to her on the floor, hoping his body warmth might warm her up.
But then she gently strokes his body radiating a heat worse than what he was experiencing the entire day.
'Thomas knew she was dreaming, and he was experiencing this extra heat in the van because of her presence.
Thomas knew she was thinking that he was her Paul, her fiancé.
Her words were reassuring Paul of her love, and her body was the only gift she had to offer."
Feeling his body was aflame with this desire and hunger to have hers. His mind and body were out of control, unable to think clearly.
As if in a dream Thomas finally gives in to her urging and gentle plea. Thomas wanted her so badly, much more than she wanted him.
He knew at that moment he had never had such desire before. When she cries out in pain, as he entered her, he ceases his movement immediately.
It was at that moment, Thomas, realized that it cannot be repaired or rectified.
And whatever had happened wasn't a dream and he have stolen what she had.
"Goodness gracious, how could I be so ruthless and so inconsiderate, she is our guest.
What would she think about our family?' Thinking about it now, 'Her maid is already broken.
Thomas knew that stopping now will neither rectify nor change what has already occurred.'
"Oh God I will fix it, I promise You, I have secretly blemished and desecrated her body without her permission."
He was so lost in his thought he wasn't aware when her hand reaches on his back, her stroking was with an urgency, urging him to continue. Unable to think of anything else but the desire to fill her heart desire. Also, he was having a pleasure he never thought had existed.
Never have he experienced such feelings before, wanting her so much, Thomas meets her demands head-on.
Tears flow down his face as she lays in his arms. Before her body relaxes, making him promise to marry her.
Unable to fall asleep like her, Thomas knew he had to make this right as soon as possible but how?
'She is going to get married soon and what explanation am I going to give Mom and Dad?'
Having to think quickly, 'Oh God what am I going to do? How will I be able to keep my promise to her? I need Your help, Lord.'
Lying next to her once again now that she is fully dressed. It was three a.m. when he heard the last banging before his eyes close, having her next to him on the bed.
Awoken to the beeping of his watch for half five, Thomas recap what had occurred during the night.
'Why wasn't I able to control myself? Now I have already disgraced her.
And her friends are expecting that to happen. I only hope she doesn't say anything and continues as though nothing has happened to her, so no one will know.
It seems that in the five years they haven't seen each other, nothing much has changed, and they knew her well enough.'
Looking at her lying there, with her hand and foot over his body. Wanting to touch his lips to hers just to have that pleasure once more.
Closing his eyes asking himself, 'What is wrong with you Thomas? If she wakes up and makes an alarm that will cause chaos in the whole house. Then everyone will know what a brute I am.'
Admiring her for a few more minutes, thinking, 'She is not bad looking at all. I could not see her face yesterday, but why does she cover her beauty?'
Gently removing her hand and foot that were over his body.
The sun was beginning to peep into the room, and the view of her lying on his bed was much more visible.
Her hair spread out on top of the pillow with the glare of the morning sunshine. It looks sort of goldish and her skin was fair in complexion.
Last night her skin felt clean and soft, 'Dimple's face was right, she is beautiful and I must not let her hideaway, it is time for you to shine now. Your friends have ridiculed you enough.
But first thing first, I must find a way for you to stay longer. So we can get to know each other better.'
Seeing how comfortable she slept, moving away softly. Thomas went to where she was sleeping on the floor.
Taking up her bag then went into the washroom and opens it. Thomas thought, 'There were a few nice pieces but that won't work. I must get her some new ones.'
Freshening up quickly, then dress, looking at her sleep. Thomas mumbled as he heads towards the door.
"I must not be in here when you wake up Christa."