"Do you want to come over to my place when we get back?" he whispers into her ear. Her eyes meet mine in the mirror.
No.
I want her to say no. I want her to tell him she is taken, claimed, owned.
Instead she turns her head and presses her lips to the corner of his mouth.
The entire time her eyes are staring into my soul.
"I would love to," she breathes, and her words are like a knife to my heart.
Are you trying to hurt me, little one?
Well, consider it a success.
Aww...Sexisle is a sad panda.
Off to make a few pumpkin pies! My cheesecake actually turned out! I haven't tasted it yet but it smelled good!