DAVE
Hand in hand, Elara and I walked into the dining room. Her mother watched us as we walked in, her eyes narrowing at our intertwined fingers. She then slowly moved her gaze to Elara’s hair.
I knew that instant what she was thinking.
Just to annoy her, I leaned into Elara and kissed her temple. She tensed as my lips came in contact with her skin and almost recoiled but I leaned in, pretending as though I wanted to kiss her neck. “Remember, we are supposed to play the happy couple.” I whispered in her ear. “now laugh and say something with that nickname you made for me.”
Elara chuckled, then did something even more suprising. Just as I pulled away and expected her to laugh like instructed, she leaned up and placed a chaste kiss on my lips before winking. “Sure Sugar,” she replied wi
