Don’t tell anyone.” Then a soft click as the phone disconnects the call.I looked up at the flowing blond locks of hair subtly covering the pillow ...ust before I turn to quietly walk out our bedroom door.I quietly silently descend the stairs. I put my loafers back on and then make my way back to my car.I reverse out the driveway and hurry to the main road. Keeping to the speed limit yet wishing I could go faster I made my way to the Four Seasons motel inn and sweats.I park my car with eager. “Nothing” Excellent. I asked if he had a good hiding spot and he scampered over to the closet and climbed in, closing the door with the exception of a little crack. He looked so excited. I nodded that it was a good spot with an excellent view of the bed. He grabbed his camera when the water turned off and withdrew into hiding. I stripped myself of clothes and stood behind where the bathroom door would open… And waited. Why do girls take so long after they are done showering..? What are they. I am pretty deep sleeper so,i don't know for how long i have been sleeping when i heard Rachael's voice saying"wake up,you lazy ass".I opened my eyes to see Rachael standing near the bed,she was wearing a blue sweater and a black jeans.Her long blonde tresses were still wet and she was looking very beautiful.When i opened my eyes,she had her dark blue eyes staring intently into me.She leaned into me,kissed my lips and said"take a shower,i am making breakfast"I went into the bathroom and took a. His eyes were slate grey and they seemed to reflect all the harsh lights of the hallway. He wore a simple black sweater that contrasted sharply with the snow white skin. Tight jeans adorned his legs and he wore no shoes, his small feet rubbing each other for warmth. “Yes? Can I help you?” his voice was like silk, sliding over my skin and making me shudder with pleasure. “Oh excuse me; my manners seem to have abandoned me. My name is Salem Deveraux and I live in the apartment above yours.”.