Amelie
“Oh my god!” I squeaked, as a burst of laughter left my mouth, from the excitement that I couldn’t control.
“Do you like it?” He asked, his voice deep with satisfaction as he whispered in my ear.
“Oh, yes…” I replied with several nods. Finally, I was riding on top of Faith. It had taken a week and a few more days for Faith to be comfortable with me. To trust me. And she did because Raphael always stood beside me as if to assure her that I wouldn't hurt her in his presence and to stop her from hurting me. And still, it took her so many days to allow me to sit upon her. I turned my head slightly and pecked his lips with thanks and the deep emotions I felt for him.
In the last few days since the morning when he told me that he trusted me not to hurt him. The dynamics of our relatio
