Chapter Twenty Three: Where are you Lola?

When I had finally managed to tone down my vigorous thudding heart and over active mind by assuring myself that there was no doom or danger, I walked back to our sit and got seated.

As expected, Mac was still on his phone but he looked at me for a brief moment as I got seated then he resumed what I assummed to be business on his phone.

I perceived the aroma of the dish before it arrived at our table, even though it was covered with a silverware, I could still smell the deliciousness of the chicken and my tummy grumbled excitedly at that. The waiter placed our dishes before us. The glasses wine was already there, perhaps sometime after I went to the bathroom it was placed.

I dug into the meal trying to eat as cautiously as I could before my mate, fighting the urge to moan at the delicious burst of flavors that filled my tongue with every bite.

Soon after Mac dropped his phone and began to wolf down the plate of bbq chicken in front of him, I tried not to look at him as he ate, hi