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Da, but I didn't need to reply. She knew. Delilah took my hand in hers and gave it a little pull towards her.
"Come upstairs, Adam. With me."
I stood, and Delilah moved towards the stairs leading up to her room, her hand trailing behind her. I paused, looking down at the coffee table on the bright patterned rug. I blew out the candle and the last of the wine turned black. I bent down and picked up the last of the chocolate in its purple wrapper.
"What are you doing?" she asked, sensing the movement without turning.
"Chocolate, Delilah. There are two rows left."
"Two rows?" Delilah laughed with delight, turning back to me.
"There's more in the cupboard." She winked. "An unopened block."
I followed Delilah upstairs.
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- COMMENTS
cmj711about 1 year agoThis part would make a delicious play.
Imagine watching their magic, their sensual dance in an intimate theatre. xox
RangeExpanderover 1 year agoWhat a gift to have things expand and overflow convention in such a seamless way without losing all the respect and passionate kindness that has driven this story from the beginning.
GoofyRobalmost 4 years agoThe away you tell your stories. AlwAys that sleight distance. Expertly told. What now??
29wordsforsnowabout 4 years agoDeli...cious! No lust à la carte, but a three-course menu of homemade passion and love.
Thanks for sharing, in particular that salacious dual-use of chocolate. It will never be just sweets again.
