Post by Abra on Nov 25, 2018 11:49:32 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day
I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves
The woman had left him an invitation and a note with only two words scrawled on it in neat cursive: find me.
Abra had been at there for a short while now, sitting alone at the bar and enjoying one too many glasses of wine when a young man that was certainly not Baron had boldly approached. He had offered her kinds words and a compliment, and she had been bored enough to indulge him for a moment or two. The man bought her a drink and she offered a coy smile, and then he had swept her away to the dance floor but he wanted more then a smile and a dance.
Baron had nothing to fear though. His girlfriend would flirt, she would tease and elude to the possibility of more, that much was true, but this man could not compare to the man she already had. The stranger pressed closer to her, his hand poised possessively at the small of her back while he stroked a fingertip down her cheek, down her neck, trailing the touch toward the valley of her cleavage. He though he was charming and suave but she read him like an open book.
He was conceited, with a sense of entitlement and he had no intentions of taking no for an answer. Still Abra lingered close to him, her hips swaying softly to the beat of the music, her palm pressed firmly against his chest as she looked down to avoid the way he attempted to capture her mouth in a kiss. While it was amusing to watch this man struggle to win her approval, she had no intention of betraying her beloved not this night or any other.
Abra had been at there for a short while now, sitting alone at the bar and enjoying one too many glasses of wine when a young man that was certainly not Baron had boldly approached. He had offered her kinds words and a compliment, and she had been bored enough to indulge him for a moment or two. The man bought her a drink and she offered a coy smile, and then he had swept her away to the dance floor but he wanted more then a smile and a dance.
Baron had nothing to fear though. His girlfriend would flirt, she would tease and elude to the possibility of more, that much was true, but this man could not compare to the man she already had. The stranger pressed closer to her, his hand poised possessively at the small of her back while he stroked a fingertip down her cheek, down her neck, trailing the touch toward the valley of her cleavage. He though he was charming and suave but she read him like an open book.
He was conceited, with a sense of entitlement and he had no intentions of taking no for an answer. Still Abra lingered close to him, her hips swaying softly to the beat of the music, her palm pressed firmly against his chest as she looked down to avoid the way he attempted to capture her mouth in a kiss. While it was amusing to watch this man struggle to win her approval, she had no intention of betraying her beloved not this night or any other.
Tag: Baron Tseng
thanks malin @ adox
