Delilah
Dinner was great, I didn't know Ken is an expert cook. According to him, he learnt from his grandmother.
Although the flat screen on the wall was on, we couldn't hear what they were saying because Ken deliberately turned down the volume, not that we were paying attention. We were both cuddled up, my head rested on his broad chest and both of us engrossed in our phones didn't care about the mute television. A text popped up in my phone.
Hey Del?
Is the date over already? I raised my eyes to the wall clock. It read two am. I didn't know it was that late already, no wonder he is texting me; his Barbie must have retired to bed.
Hey Lucas! Date over already? Are you that boring(◔‿◔)
I smiled as I awaited his response. Ken kissed my hair all of a sudden. "I hope another man is not
