The dinner date - IV

 With another bite of the delicious dish, Evelyn forgot about the daunting thought of Angelo.

Hey even though her food was more than delicious, she could not help but look at his plate where he was cutting the meat. It was not the food that she was staring at but at the hands that were working on it. Those strong, rough fingers easily cut to the meat with the knife and his four picked it up before he wrapped his lips around it.

Those lips… 

When was the last time she let him touch her with those lips? Probably this morning but it was clearly not enough. 

She needed more. Evelyn needed more of him. 

"Evelyn, please stop staring," Salvatore reprimanded her even though he did not once look up from his plate. 

"Why?" She questioned with curiosity. "You are pretty. I am admiring your," she waved her hand in front his face, "prettiness." 

He scoffed. "Thanks."