I trailed slightly to take a look at her butt, and it looked unimaginably great. It was tight and firm looking, practically bouncing out of her bikini...bottom. It also had a nice jiggle as she stepped, and my mind just went bonkers with each one of her strides. I felt like I was foaming at the mouth now, struggling to keep the front of my shorts flat, and keeping the little smile on my face without oogling. I was also starting to realize I was staring at what I always secretly desired, ever. ”“Well that sure is nice of you.” Elizabeth was saying as she stood to take the tray to the kitchen.“Here let me help you with that.” He said taking the tray from her and following her to the kitchen.“If you don’t mind Mr. Way, I think I would really like to go to my room for a while, I had no idea this medicine would make me so sleepy.”“Of course, I don’t mind and it’s Jamie.”“Then thank you Jamie.” She said with a smile.As he scooped her into his arms again, she laid snuggly against him. She. I went to her and started another conversation.Me: Hey, where are you going?She: (Hesitantly) BTM layoutMe: Do you mind if I come till there?She: (very hesitantly) OkayWe boarded the cab and I had all the possible conversation to improve my image in front of her.After some time, I tried to keep my hand on top of hers. Then slowly caress her hand, she was looking outside for 5 mins without talking anything. Suddenly she held my hand in hand and asked do you mind having dinner with me? Possibly. She still loved performing… acting and singing… but she was becoming just as passionate about writing and thoughts of directing. When she mentioned writing, he asked her what kind of writing she’d done and was impressed that she’d experimented with it all. Short stories, poems, song lyrics, and even a play that she’d also directed, for which she’d received a high grade and high praise when fellow students in her drama class performed it. She’d called the play Price of Past Miracles… it had been.