It was Saturday again and a few days have passed since that emotional day. I don't if it was just me or not but it seemed like what happened only strengthened our trust, which was good. Raymond seemed even more reluctant to let me out of his sight than ever. I didn't mind that much, I'd sit in his study, reading, doing things on my laptop, but today I got bored of doing that. I sat there in one of the chairs, my legs over the arm of it, crossing my eyes and uncrossing them repeatedly. I sighed turning forward again but he didn't look away from that letter, which he still hasn't let me read. Even though he barely lets me out of his sight he doesn't pay me much attention when we're in his study, which was most of the time. I never thought I'd say this but I never wanted him more than I did r
