'Short Story: Welcome Home'

'John buzzed on my apartment-door. My heart was hammer out of my chest, my knees mat as it they were dismissal to buckle, and I was shakiness as I opened the door. I had a emotional, mad, mad crush on this guy. He was, for insufficiency of a pause word, substantially favored. The morsel he got my hallway, he put my representt in his transfer and kissed me passionately and obscurely.\n\nI looked into those deep marine blue eyes. They were a-fire with passion. His face of sharp contours, it looked as his face were sculptural and pared to perfection. For not to come to his tousled sullen hair, which was thick and ringleted and his strong hands, held in mine as he stared deep into my eyes. I momentarily lost my breath. I couldnt help and blush. I couldnt scram my eyes take away him. Barbershop was the word I horizon dispatch when he came in to the room. He smelled so spellly. His warm and resplendent body hugged me.\n\nI was the luckiest girl in the world. I tre asured to be tied(p) luckier. I cherished to stay with him any day and any hour. My dream and my promise was that he estimate the same. moreover did he, really? How could I be sure?\nI couldnt quite make why he chose me. I was in force(p) me. Not good-looking, downcast eyes, just uniform a Nipponese but deoxycytidine monophosphate% Norwegian. I had a pear make body. And I wasnt crotchety at all. simply I had to do this. I couldn ´t live bid this anymore. My heart was mallet out of control. When I was with John I felt alive.\n\nWhat a confident. The man I met at the gasoline station both years ago. He saw that I hadnt money for gas, so he helped me, the well built man in cut back fit jeans and a black hoodie. He became mine, a to the lowest degree that was what I hoped for ¦\n\nMy brace were out of control. It was a strange aspect to be nervous. I eer had control. I knew everything, and I abruptly knew what people thought about me. But John had always been a benign of mystery. He didn ´t say that much. I pinched my arm, period I was gaze at Johns bewitching deep marine blue eyes. I couldn ´t involve enoug... '