Make a Choice

Her lips slowly curved into a smile when she remembered how he had made love to her all night. She stirred, her hands reached out patting the space beside her. She felt nothing, she jolted with a start. Her eyes frantically scanned the whole room and then she saw him. He was sitting on a chair, a table before him, there was a wide sheet in front of him. She saw him dip a brush into a bowl of paint. When he looked up at her, his ever-present smirk was on his face. “Good morning my love” he said in the most alluring voice.

“Good morning” her voice was barely above a whisper. She bent her head in a bid to escape his intense gaze.

He lightly chuckled. “How did you sleep?” he skilfully applied the paint on the paper.

She cleared her throat. “Well, I guess and you?”

“Just well?” he asked. “I have a vivid memory of last night and I can say your night was more than just well...”

She bit down on her lower lip.

“Breakfast is on the table” he gestured to the side table beside her.

She nodd