I was quiet as we walked through the busy streets of Atlantic Station. I had been all day, you looked up at me with concern etched on your beautiful features wondering at my sullen mood. Twenty minutes ago you wouldn't have been able to wipe the smile off my face with dynamite, now I looked as if I would kill the first person who looked at me wrong. Luckily everyone on the street was too busy enjoying their weekend to notice the one person not having fun. I thought back to our fun a few minutes ago when I had fingered your hot wet heat under the table of our chosen restaurant. I was smiling th… 続きを読む