. I don't care about your deadline; you love me, don't you? ... Okay, see you then ... bye-bye."I turned with a smirk to my sister. "See that? Now giv... me those directions. I know how to handle men!"It turns out the address was easy to find. I saw Danny's pickup truck parked outside. The other car in the driveway was a Corvette, presumably Bob's. "Figures," I mused. "Jerks of a feather..."I knocked on the door impatiently. I didn't have all morning — just a few minutes to tell Danny off, in the. You anticipation rises as you see the layout of the room. A large four-poster bed sits in the center, surrounded by candles that gently flicker their warm glow over the covers, making the bed that much more inviting. The letter says very specifically that nothing will happen until you are ready, which means laying on the bed wearing nothing but a blindfold and having the music on the cd playing. You strip naked and enjoy the luxury of walking around a room, knowing that I am somewhere watching. Scraping the ice off of my windows. Doing it without any gloves and doing it with my heart still inside, behind your sliding glass door. That was when the uncertainty ended. The door slid open, and you came out. You put on your boots and a coat and you came out and watched me brush the snow off my car. You said you wanted some air. I think I said you weren’t that good a liar. I think I said it was because you loved me. I know it was. Nobody wants air that badly. I know why you came out. I know. Standing, she ran past him, out the door and up the stairs, slamming the door behind her. Soon she heard a knocking at her door. ‘Lo.’ It was Jacob, ‘Let me in, Lo.’ ‘No,’ she said, defiant. There was a softer, more timid knocking at her door then. ‘Ell.’ It was Will. ‘Please open the door.’ She did open the door then and glared at them both. ‘You two had better be nice to each other from now on. Shake hands,’ she ordered them, and when they just looked at each other, ‘Now!’ They did. ‘Good,.