"Your home," Tasha Moore snuggled into his embrace, whispering, "I want to see the place where you grew up. If possible, I'd also like to meet your parents…"
Samuel Johnson watched Tasha snuggle in his arms, understanding the thoughts harbored in her heart, yet even so, he didn't find it unpleasant.
"Of course," Samuel patted her hand and kissed her forehead lightly, "why not? My dad is often away, so he's probably not home today, but I can introduce you to my mom. She gets quite bored by herself at home."
"Really? I can go?" Tasha was surprised that Samuel was so agreeable. She became happy and couldn't help cooing, "Samuel, would you bring any woman home who said that to you?"
Samuel smiled and patted her face: "You're the first."
He was telling the truth.
Of all the women who had been by his side, only Tasha had ever expressed the desire to visit his home.