No Desserts Your fingers trace the side of my jaw as you lean in to inhale my fragrance. I sat quietly waiting for our desserts to arrive. Honestly I didn't really care about my cream cake. All I wanted to do now was to get home with you and spend the rest of our evening together. I feel you caressing my shoulder. I turned and our eyes met, you had a burning look in your eyes. I smiled and leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek. You sighed in frustration. Not wanting to be tortured any further, you called for the check. We didn't wait for our cakes.

Cinnamon Rolls You sat beside me with a plate full of cinnamon rolls. I looked at you smiling. You know I love cinnamon rolls. It was sweet of you to get it for me. We shared a roll together and talked about the upcoming dinner this Tuesday. As usual you were reluctant. What's so wrong about a dinner, I asked. "Because all your friends would be asking when we're getting married." I couldn't help but to laugh out loud.

Stuffy This room is stuffy. That was all I was thinking about. I was on the bed, wide awake. You were spooning around me, your legs between mine. On other days, I would snuggle closer to you, our scents enveloping us in a cocoon. But not tonight. Not while the air conditioning system wasn't working. Sweat trickled down between my breasts. That's it, I thought. I removed your arm from me and got up. I opened the window, closing my eyes as the night air breezed through. Perfect. I smiled. As I got back into bed, I noticed you were awake. I laid down on the sheets and you pulled me to you. "No. I'm feeling hot right now," and removed your arm around me. "I can make you hotter," you whispered devilishly into my ear. You pulled me closer and kissed my neck. I shivered, and it wasn't because of the cold night air.