“I don’t want to marry you. XXX Hot “Okay. “Can I ask you a favour?”
“Sure.”
“Would you mind coming in for just a minute? If her parents were cool with her taking the bus home from a school event at this time of night, who was I to worry? “Thank you,” she whispered. Stay for a while.” I laughed a little at the preposterousness of the situation, her standing there with so little on, me still dressed for the cold, rainy night. It’s not on your way home.” That she knew I lived in the neighbouring town and commuted to work was not a surprise. “Tomorrow, when we see each other…”
“Remember,” she admonished. Finally, I pulled back and said, “We can’t do this, Natasha.”
“Why not? We walked wordlessly down the two flights of stairs to the front door.
