*Bren*
“Excuse me while I powder my nose, baby”. Dahlia whispers, unwinding herself from my all too eager clutches after we’re shown to our table. It’s so long since we have been out on our own, without the kids, and for some reason I just want to go home.
I thread my fingers through hers before she’s out of earshot, and whisper against her forehead: “Sure you don’t want me to join you, love?”
“Mr Levi, your fans would be stunned to find out what a horndog you really are”. She giggles, she knows I would never actually do that, it is more kind of a game, meant to tell her how much I desire her.
Then she pulls away again leaving me utterly alone. It doesn’t take long for her to return, though; and when she does my lovely Dahlia looks even more radiant than when she left.
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