He's My Brother Not My Wife
I'm daddy's son
Today Zoe is going to a psychiatrist. The beautiful girl wearing a short knee-length skirt and a short, shaved blue blouse like a belly was walking into a large building dedicated to the public work of psychologists with a handsome man beside her.
Their grasp strengthened and channeled feelings to each other. Noah knew Zoe was nervous because the girl's hand was cold.
"After we'll take a walk. Wanna?"
Noah nodded lightly. He continued walking down the floor of the building, dismissing the gaze of some people on them.
Noah seemed to have been here so he was not confused anymore...