Removing a designer jeans and plum blouse from off the rack. It would have taken weeks to put together something like this and he did it in mere hours. Feeling like Cinderella.
Wondering if I was destined for a happy ending or an untimely death?
I closed the door with great ease, heading to the bathroom. The few tears I had shed just yesterday, had turned from depression to release. After years of struggling, I might finally belong.
Because, I see more than what is actually there when I look at him.
Because, I too wear a mask and have found a kindred spirit.
Because, he clearly wants me and I want him.
Last, but not least.
Because a part of me actually craves danger and what can be more dangerous, than dating a mafia boss slash lawyer. Turning on the faucet, jumping out of my skin when a hand touched my shoulder.
"Good morning Adela." he says.
My legs are weak-my whole body limp from just his mere touch. I am turned on and it's embarrassing. My heart goes back to normal. Boring, non-fluttering normal, when he removes his hand.
"What is wrong Adela? Tell me, whatever it is. I would fix it."
I close my eyes and swallow. I can't expose myself. Not now, at least. I don't want him to judge me. I don't want to hear the questions. How? Why? When? I don't want to make the explanations. My secrets are bound tight inside me.