Chapter 11

In my life there are so many things that are not right, being with Joseph felt so good. I caress his face while he sleeps, being with a man like him is like touching the sky. Never before have I felt so loved and protected.

—Why don't you sleep again?—he asks with his eyes closed.

I bite my lip—I like to watch you, you are worth seeing.

He laughs, lays down, and puts his head on my breasts.

—I like to play more—he answer, settling back.

—Doesn't your mother mind that I stayed?—I ask, stroking his hair.

—No, it doesn't bother anyone—he replied sweetly

The great surprise I was taken, his parents welcomed me with open arms and have supported our relationship. Instead, my mother hated him.

—I'm glad, your parents are good people.

—Are you still mad?

—Yes.

—I'm sorry, James likes to make you upset.

I don't dislike James, but he teases me sometimes. Like yesterday when I tried to fool myself into believing that he was Joseph, I could tell them apart.