Carlos
Kyla had fallen asleep in my arms, her head on my chest. We had another couple of rounds, and she crashed out afterwards. I knew she would end up staying tonight. It is a little too early for bed, but I don’t want to move and wake her up.
I glance down at her and smile. I gently stroke the hair away from her forehead. She looks cute when she sleeps compared to the temptress she is when awake. I am not sure if I did the right thing asking to take her on a real date, one which doesn’t involve us staying inside and hiding. I have been thinking about it for the last few days. I don’t know why. Maybe I want to see how we would be if we started dating rather than screwing. Or perhaps it could be my jealous, possessive side coming through. If we start dating too, then it means she woul
