Fifteen

He walked to the door, and felt that delicious aroma. As he entered, he noticed how quiet the house was.

The smell of cookies made James's mouth turn to water quickly.

He left the car keys in a small carved wooden box on the table and took off his coat. He needed to be comfortable.

He climbed the stairs as he took off his tie. There were no noises or signs of anyone in the house. So, maybe they were shopping or had gone out.

He had lost his distrust weeks ago. He knew he could trust Luna, she would take good care of Portia and had proven that to him perfectly. Therefore, the rules had been watered down a bit.

He went into his room and left his shirt on the bed. He went straight to the bathroom and turned on the shower. He wanted to take a bath, relax, get downstairs, be with Portia and eat whatever that aroma was wafting.

He stepped into the shower after he had undressed completely. He started to think about it. It was time to do it.

What was going on? He could make excuses, but he co