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Victor was a charming and gentle man. His reaction to my kinky suggestion drew a tawdry, comedic expression. His wide eyes, glancing between me and my unused spreader bar, aroused me further.
“What turned you on so much to prompt this, Amy? Not that I’m complaining.”
“You did it. I’ve never enjoyed spending time with anyone as much as I do with you. Watching you smell an orange at the deli, then wipe it clean before replacing it, how lovingly you cook our dinner, and open doors for me. It’s a whole package that makes me feel loved.”
“I have trapped your heart with risotto and chicken soup.”
“And chivalry.”
“Am I your knight, Amy?”
“I think so. Am I your lady?”
“Definitely.”
I melted in his piercing eyes. A light touch from his finger on my arm, a caressing stroke, his gentle smile, and a twitch of both dimples brought me to a simmering point.
He stood proud and tall. In height, I was almost Victor’s equal, so I didn’t need to reach high to brush my lips against his. Our kiss flowed like oil on water, never combining, always two, joined as one, no gap between us for another to exploit.