The next morning Adrian woke me up early. I wondered about the reason. He casually asked me to get ready. When I was taking out my clutch from the closet he called. “We better hurry,"

"And I love your hair like this.” He commented gently, slipping his fingers through the lengthy strands of my hair. “ Its...Its so soft. I missed the feel of your tendrils between my fingers.” He sighed.

“Keep it this way. You are my Aphrodite.” Lifting an eyebrow at himI silently asked if I could speak now and he grinned at me which he rarely did.

“Where are we going?” He shook his head. When I...