ISABELLE

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD

We walked out of the bar and he opened his car for me to enter and he started the drive, no one spoke a word as he drove.

His left hand rested on my thigh, rubbing it lightly.

I looked outside, staring as we drove through the dark roads.

I didn’t know what we were going, but I trusted him more than Andrew.

We pulled into an hotel parking lot and he got out, I followed him quietly without saying a word.

The hallway was quite silent and the person who checked us in, barely looked up.

The moment the door to the room closed...