Marco
A Dance of a Lover
"The soup is getting cold," she said in a low tone. I looked at their table with a variety of dishes served. She really prepared all this? Just simple dishes. The soup she cooked which I requested, finger foods that she knew how to cook and two kinds of juice.
"Right," I breathe. I averted my laughter from her. I admire myself because I can hold back. Every time she was with me I always seemed to be impatient. I know my limitations, but she's irresistible. She knows how to use her charm and beauty over me. Oh, baby, I don't want you to regret it when my patience breaks.
"Daddy's coming home later, he can't catch you here." I sat in the chair next to her. She put soup in the small bowl and handed it to me. She handed me the spoon and I immediately scooped up the
