Daliha
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Daliha smiled up into his eyes. He may not have any plans for this night, but she had a few playing out in her mind. Hell her body still shivered from the way he’d touched her. For a very old fashioned male he wasn’t shy when it came to some things. She moved just enough for him to get the door open and slid into the seat, her eyes still wandering over him. Her lips longed to trail over the scars he found so offensive. When the door closed she slipped the keys from her pocket into the ignition and watched as he paused outside the car. He was so very handsome, yet somehow innocent with his head tilted back, rain washing over his visage. She sighed with contentment and curled next to him after he settled into the car.
For a moment she thought to ask him to join her in the shower, but she wasn’t about to rush things. Besides he’d only woken up to the fact that she wanted him a few minutes ago. Softly she hummed along with the music as they sped down the road to his home. Perhaps one day it would be their home, but this could be just a passing thing with him, but somehow she didn’t think so. What man bought a woman cloths and then hung them in his closet? She smiled at the thought and leaned up to kiss the side of his neck as they pulled up to the house. The storm was raging over head, rain pouring down in sheets, but she didn’t care. Before he could get out of the car she quickly opened her door and popped out, running towards the front door, laughing. But she didn’t go any further, waiting for him in front of the door and turning a brilliant smile towards him as she pushed her dripping hair out of her face.
For a moment she thought to ask him to join her in the shower, but she wasn’t about to rush things. Besides he’d only woken up to the fact that she wanted him a few minutes ago. Softly she hummed along with the music as they sped down the road to his home. Perhaps one day it would be their home, but this could be just a passing thing with him, but somehow she didn’t think so. What man bought a woman cloths and then hung them in his closet? She smiled at the thought and leaned up to kiss the side of his neck as they pulled up to the house. The storm was raging over head, rain pouring down in sheets, but she didn’t care. Before he could get out of the car she quickly opened her door and popped out, running towards the front door, laughing. But she didn’t go any further, waiting for him in front of the door and turning a brilliant smile towards him as she pushed her dripping hair out of her face.