95 Frade's Fiancee

We lay naked on the big bed and the lights went out in the room. The moonlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows like a silver ribbon on the carpet. The night breeze carried the faint fragrance of the flowers and wrapped my body like a gossamer.

At that moment, the world seemed to quiet down. Time stopped. I heard only the sound of breathing and the sound of the wind. How I wish that time would stop forever, no worries, no pain and sorrow.

"I think we should talk," Daley said, breaking the silence. He looked at me sideways with one hand resting on his head. "About the flash drive."

"You're such a wet blanket." I turned my back on him. I knew I had to talk to him about the flash drive sooner or later, but not now.

.

“So you came back from Vegas to talk to me about this?” I said unhappily. “You're in a hurry, Daley.”

"I came back to see you," he whispered in my ear. "Because I can't bear the nights without you. Your breath and heartbeat have become the most important part of my