En cours de chargement...
Time starts to lose meaning. I don't know if he kisses me for several seconds or minutes. All I know is that I find myself enjoying his kiss in spite of my best efforts not to. When he finally lets me up for air, I practically collapse against his chest, feeling like I've just chugged an entire pitcher of margaritas. He frowns. "Did you eat today?"I mumble, "I had some yogurt."My answer elicits a quiet growl of displeasure from him, which in turn elicits a shiver of fear from me.
When he scoops me up and marches down the aisle, my fear only increases. Is he going to take me into a room and force me to fulfill my wifely duties? Christ, just what have my parents gotten me into? WORD COUNT: 3, 600 A sexy short story about a young woman and a handsome mobster!