Concentration
By Lux Harker
“How about a game?” you say.
I sit up. When I hear that twist of challenge in your voice, I know it’s worth my while to listen. “Game?”
“Over here.” You lead the way to the dining nook. Two objects are on the table: a white bag of Lindor truffles tied with a ribbon, and the deck of fancy gold-backed playing cards I got you for your birthday. One of the chairs has been pulled out.
“Okay,” I say, bemused. “What are we doing?”
You pick it up the bag of truffles and open it. “In this bag are twenty-eight truffles. Here, let’s share the first one.” You take out a dark chocolate truffle and unwrap it, then offer it to me. I close my lips around the chocolate and bite into it, letting the sweet filling flow into my mouth, and lean in to share a deep French kiss w
