Akira
Romero doesn't shift his eyes as he speaks softly, "You look beautiful, Ray."
That's the first thing he has to say?
I glance down at my baby blue color dress that is matching my eyes and blush, "Thank you, but say something else. Everyone is waiting."
He roams his eyes all over me with heat palpable and shrugs, "Let them wait. For now I just want to keep looking at you. Tell me are you my birthday present? I can hardly wait to peal off this clothe from your body."
Slade, beside us coughs, indicating he has heard our conversation.
Mortified, I give Rom a stink eye, "You are incorrigible." I whisper.
He just smirks and sneaks his arm around my waist, pulling me against him. And finally he access our audience with a nod, "Enjoy yourselves."
Slade comes forward and slaps Romero
