He smiles brighter than the setting rays of sun. He gives her a gentle hug. The smell of his clone hits her suddenly, revitalizing fading memories.
The restaurant light is dim. Blues playing in the background. She feels hungry but afraid of eating lest time spent eating takes away the counted moments.
He orders two Zinfandels, then turns to her with a dashing smile. She smiles back. Happy.
They walk past a creamer but then return to share a cup of ice cream. His is Vanilla Bean.
He lifts up her hat. His face so close it stops her breathe for a moment. He leans down and his lips touch hers. She shivers ever so slightly. She moans softly. His palm on her back pushes her to his chest. Her every cell awakened with lust. Her breathe deepened. His lips taste like wine and clone.
He bursts in a manly laughter. Overjoyed with her spicy remarks. She smiles.
Tasting her tears on her lips.
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