Breakfast
There were moments when they felt a neon sign was posted directly over their heads, surely declaring the news to anyone around. They'd eaten breakfast at the diner together many, many times, but this first time, well…after everything…it just seemed different.
He couldn't keep a smile from his face, and he was sure it was obvious to everyone that she was his, that he was hers…that they were together. Really together.
She was confident that the warmth in her chest, the same warmth that had set up permanent residence over the past couple of days, was displayed for all to see. She'd always been here with him, but now she was here with him. It was new, and comfortable.
So the same hands that passed him a napkin were the ones that had just that morning, stroked him, touched him, seduced him so completely he wasn't sure he'd survive.
And the hands that so casually called for the bill and paid the check were the same ones that had touched her, sliding deep inside and wrenching out the most addictive pleasure imaginable.
It was all so intense and actually happening, and it felt like a big announcement and a special little secret at the same time.
It's just breakfast, some might say.
But those who know can tell… it's never just anything.
-b&b-