EDWARD WILLIAMS
“I will get you something to wear,” I say, disappearing to the closet. We had just taken a bath and I am driving her home after we are done. It is quite late in the evening now, and even if I still wanted her to spend some more time here, she was not having it.
“No. That will raise so many suspicions. I'll put on my attire and change when I get home,” I turn and look at her.
“Are you sure?” She nods. I get my clothes in the closet and walk back to the bedroom. She is already done putting on her clothes and has removed the bedsheets off the bed. I frowned.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I put on my pants and my t-shirt before I put my sneakers on.
“I wanted to. I will drop them off at the laundry room when we leave. I can’t have anyone touching my mess,” I walk over to
