"Stop joking, Edmond." I smiled at him. He was a real flirt.
I remembered how the burly guest tried to hit on me that day. He was exactly like Edmond. I didn't know if my neck was really so beautiful.
Edmond put me down and pushed me until we were a meter apart.
"You wanna eat out or hang out?" Edmond held my hands without making his way over.
"Or both," I answered. It was either s*x or quarrel with Edmond. It seemed that we had never truly hung out as a couple.
Finally, we agreed on having seafood in the open air.
The sunset lingered on the sky and dyed the sea golden. As the night breeze blew gently past me, I flung my hair back up and I stared at Edmond across from me.
He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans today as opposed to his usual garb of a shirt. He looked just like any other
