Too Much For My Fragile Heart

I watch Axel set the table to eat; he prepares a simple pasta in olive oil with shrimp. The whole kitchen is filled with a delicious aroma. He looks sexy, flexing his biceps unintentionally as he moves smoothly. My mind is full of naked pictures of him.

In humiliation, I bite my lower lip; I should not drool for a man like a starving little girl. He is perfect, in all ways in my eyes, in every angle, I’m hopeless, a little push, and I'm inside the trap bag.

“I got us some red wine.” He lifts the bottle as I watch his movements. I want to drip into his body like gold, but it isn't possible; I’m too shy to jump into him and initiate a little kiss.

I pull my mouth for a slight grin; Axel joins me at the table, “Dig in.” I like to ask which food I will dig in, him or his prepared food.

Armie, can you hear me? Help me calm down.

“Everything okay? Don’t you like it?”

I shake my head sideways, “No, it smells good.”

“Right, but you keep playing with the food using your fork.” I grasp the disa