Chapter 9 I Know It Isn't Love

• AELLA
• Light fills the room, coaxing me from deep sleep to wakefulness. I stretch out and open my eyes. As usual, I am alone, but the only difference today is the fact that I am naked. I hate waking up alone, I hate not having him in bed when I open my eyes in the morning. He is always busy; he comes to bed late and goes back to work even before dawn.
• I blush remembering how he had kissed me yesterday, how he had put his tongue, fingers and lips on my girly parts, how he had made me come over and over again and I must have blacked out because I have no recollection of how I had made it back to his room.