I don't know. Your picture was next to the bed and when I looked at it...I felt myself grow...warm in places I hadn't felt before...

I felt the blush on my face deepen and I looked away again. Something told me this body was...still...Uhm...a virgin. I couldn't stop the blush on my face or the fact I felt so warm. My fingers touched the ring slightly.

Guess I kept it because something told me to keep it. It feels right on my finger and gives me this feeling that I'm still wanted.

I looked back up at him and smiled softly, I am sorry that I was a bitch to you. If there is anything I can do to make up for what I've done...please let me know.