Paula
Patrick’s trip lasted a week, and when he returned, he showed up at my door to continue our encounters, which had been happening more frequently over time. I couldn’t deny that he was a man who could make you feel on cloud nine—he was attentive and knew exactly what he was doing in bed. I admitted that I was fascinated by him, but I knew it wouldn’t go beyond that. Patrick and I had no future, and that’s why I refused to open my heart and give it to him. It would be madness. I didn’t want to change my life either. From afar, I had seen what was happening with Patrick and his family—especially with his father—and I was certain they would never accept a real relationship between him and me.
"I'll make dinner," he said, getting out of bed and walking toward my small kitchen. It was ra
