*** William P.O.V ***

  Around 7 p.m., I walked down the hallway and heard Daniella and Bridget talking in Daniella's room. I went on foot to the living room. Before the door opened, I could hear Daniella laugh. Daniella ran out the door.

"Here is your dear Bridget Smith," I said.

When she walked, Bridget wore a short, tight, darkish red dress. Her dark brown hair hangs down about halfway down her back. She looked beautiful, and I didn't want to go anywhere but my bedroom with her. I'd rather feel her soft hands and skin between my own. I want to bury my face in the crook of her...