Loves_Pink
Just for the fun.
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Listening to Calvin's answer to my question about Jessica, I sense some resignation in his voice, as if he really didn't want to talk about her. I had assumed that they have a good marriage, and are happy together. And I thought that he would be more eager to talk about her. But he again changes the subject to the 'safe' topic of our meal.
"Oh this?" responding to his question "This doesn't take long to prepare. Just takes a while in the oven."
I look at his face and I continue in a more serious tone "I am glad you like it. I enjoy cooking but Sam is never here to eat with me. So I cook less and less. In fact, we do very little together anymore."
Under the table I have kicked off my shoe and now reach my foot over to touch Calvin's leg. I cannot believe I am being so forward with him, and beginning to spill out my unhappy life.
"It feels good to have dinner with someone that enjoys my cooking, and my company. It has been so long since I have had dinner with someone at all. Especially someone as handsome and friendly as you are."
Setting down my fork, I pick up my glass of wine and take a long, slow sip while continuing to rub Calvin's leg with my foot. I cannot believe that I am flirting with him. I am married, but on paper only. Our marriage has no life. And sitting here with Calvin, I feel something special I haven't felt in quite some time.
"Oh this?" responding to his question "This doesn't take long to prepare. Just takes a while in the oven."
I look at his face and I continue in a more serious tone "I am glad you like it. I enjoy cooking but Sam is never here to eat with me. So I cook less and less. In fact, we do very little together anymore."
Under the table I have kicked off my shoe and now reach my foot over to touch Calvin's leg. I cannot believe I am being so forward with him, and beginning to spill out my unhappy life.
"It feels good to have dinner with someone that enjoys my cooking, and my company. It has been so long since I have had dinner with someone at all. Especially someone as handsome and friendly as you are."
Setting down my fork, I pick up my glass of wine and take a long, slow sip while continuing to rub Calvin's leg with my foot. I cannot believe that I am flirting with him. I am married, but on paper only. Our marriage has no life. And sitting here with Calvin, I feel something special I haven't felt in quite some time.