The other one percent!
She slowly lifted her gaze- he was watching her with a desired eye, with a clumsy attraction. As if he waited for this moment long enough. He leaned forward, allowing her to slightly lean back on the kitchen table. One hand caressed her cheeks while the other one running slowly along her neck down to her breast. “Vlad!” She whispered.
“What? That’s the other one percent.”
“What?”
“To make you feel love. To give you what you desired the most….a breathless, consuming romance.” He didn’t give her time to react, he captured her lips vigorously. He lifted her into his arms. And make his way upstairs.
The rain grew louder and all the windows glass was covered with mist. Although the scene was a bit chilly but all they would feel would be the heat of each other’s body pressed together.