ZERO

A date. That’s all Anne could come up with. Not that I am complaining. I just feel like she is wasting a lot of her time on me when she should be spending time with the people she loves.

Still, if this is what she desires, I must comply. It’s an instinct, an urge to always give her what she wants in an attempt to make her happy as long as we are together.

“ I am ready. ” She announces from inside the room before the door opens.

I have been waiting for half an hour now without any idea what