Gia
God, he smelled like sin, his cologne had captivated me in the car, I had breathed deeply several times while sitting next to him. Now we were walking around an outdoor shopping center, my arm intertwined with his. He was such a gentleman. I can’t remember the last time I felt as protected as this. He maneuvered us expertly around obstacles, he made sure I didn’t bump into anyone or anyone bump into me.
We talked about everything. He told me about his sister and cousin. They sounded delightful and mischievous. I wish I had siblings to take some of the attention off me. I knew my father loved me, especially after my mother died, and I became his whole world. When my accident happened, he and my grandfather were beside themselves. My grandfather had lost my grandmother early
