Henrique
Short enough to kill my appetite the moment I sat down at the table.
And the trouble was, she noticed it.
But now... now she was all grown up. And there were no more excuses.
Black. Delicate. Damn.
"Would you care for some wine?" I inquired, striving to maintain a steady voice.
"I would." She responded with a smile, reaching out with her glass.
Her lips touching the crystal, her slender fingers grasping the base of the glass, the way her neck extended when she threw her head back to laugh at some silly thing I had said.
And those eyes of hers.
Her eyes were aware.
"The food is terrific." she remarked, dabbing a bit of sauce from the corner of her mouth.
I yearned to be there, on that tongue. Between those lips. Within her.
"I know how to cook. You've always been pamper
