Rosie smiled and giggled as she walked into the kitchen. She squealed, “Yes!”
She quickly lowered her voice so that Dylan would not hear her, as she was so excited.
She walked up to the plate hanger and took out one big plate from the plate rack. She took a small spoon and finally walked out of the kitchen as she went back to the living room to meet Dylan.
Dylan was still sitting on the black couch, waiting majestically for Rosie to return to him.
Dylan had loosened his trouser belt and stared at Rosie with desire clearly written in his eyes as she approached him on the couch. He helped her sit beside him and resumed kissing her on her lips and neck, but she stopped him because she was very hungry. She told him, “Dylan… This can wait.”
Dylan suppressed his desire and saw that Rosie’s
