“I’m keeping my promise,” I tell her and lay a palm over the small of her back, guiding Esmeray to her seat. “You’re crazy,” she murmurs under her breath. “You’re ruining your life,” she continues when we pass by her parents, approaching the end of our walk. “You don’t know what you’re doing.” “I’m happy to meet you too, Ms. Esmeray,” I say and take her hand after she sits down, kissing it. We make eye contact, and I catch her sucking in a breath, her shoulders rising and pushing out her round breasts to view even more. With a smirk on my face, I break away and wink,
