THIRTY FIVE

Mary laughed so hard at the joke Adonis told her, she had no idea that he was a good story teller, and a funny one at that.

They had finished dancing and had both slumped on the seat in exhaustion, Adonis had just finished telling her a story about a blind drunkard.

Mary found the story funny and they both laughed so hard at it.

Soon enough, Adonis face changed back to its serious state.

“Do you really have to go” he asked her again for the umpteenth time that night.

Mary took a sip from her glass, holding it with her two hands and trying to avoid his gaze.

“If I beg you to stay would you stay?” He asked again.

‘Beg?’ Mary thought to herself. How could such a powerful person talk about begging her.

Mary bit her lips hard, something she often did whenever she was nervous. Adonis somehow found that sexy and inviting. He slowly reached out his hand and caressed her lower lip with his thumb. His was dazzled by how full and succulent it felt on his thumb.

Adonis suddenly f