Anastacio
The sizzle of meat searing on the grill echoes in my ears. The mouth-watering smell of fajita cooking on top of burning charcoal permeated my nostrils. I am manning the grill, drinking a beer, the fizz traveling down my throat. The deliciously icy burn quenches my thirst on this hot summer day.
“Here’s the corn and sausages.” Sutton’s sweet voice resonates around me. I turn around and meet those dangerous blues that only belong to her. She smiles and immediately I’m lost in her beauty. Only focused on her, no longer able to hear the surrounding sounds. Just my beating heart that beats for her and her voice that’s sweeter than sugar. “It smells good, my love.”
My eyes do not waver from hers, for I want to commit this to memory. She walks around the glass patio like a skilled d
