The Enigma [18+]

sixteen

warning: mature content
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and i shouldn't cry, but i love it,
starboy

October 24, 2003
|myra dalton|

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Myra walked with a bounce in each step, swaying her hips while dancing horribly to old music that resonated throughout Dominic's apartment. She pretends to know the words and he chuckled, calling her his silly girl. With him, she feels at home and she feels at ease. There's no pressure to be something that she's not.

They built their own little world within the walls of his apartment and Myra called it her heaven. Each minute spent with Dominic felt like paradise.

"Come here, little one."

Dominic closed the doors to his silver fridge and she marveled over the chocolate strawberries he made. Joy ran through her as he set them on the counter. She boldly reached for one, earning a slap on the back of her hand.

"Ow!"

"Manners, Miss Dalton."

She pouted. "Thank you, Dominic."

He playfully bumped against her waist and plucked a strawberry off the tray, holding it up to her lips. Her mouth watered. The thin layer of chocolate melted on her tongue when she bit down onto the juicy fruit and bursts of strawberry enthralled her. The professor wiped the corner of her lips and brought his thumb to his own, tasting the sweetness for himself.

Her legs almost caved at the sight.

"You've outdone yourself this time, Dr. Romano. This is exquisite. The most complicated dish in the world and, dare I say, you've mastered it."

"Ha ha," he rolled his eyes, but his lips curled into a shy smile. "I wanted to save it for dessert, but you've ruined the surprise."

It's true. She was lurking in the kitchen when she came across the neat array of chocolate coated strawberries in the fridge. Myra couldn't help herself, stealing a few before he caught her and threatened to spank her for indulging without him.

Naughty girl...

Myra reached for another fruit and giggled at his focused look while he arranged the wooden skewers, creating a bouquet of chocolate covered strawberries. Even the mundane things that he does feels like it must be cherished.

She was down bad.

Myra reached for his arm.

"Dance with me."

"You know damn well that I can't dance, Miss Dalton."

"Not with that attitude."

Lugging him by the wrist, Dominic stumbled off the barstool and into her arms. They shared a laugh. Sure, he was a little clumsy. She was too. Their steps were far from graceful, but the apartment filled with laughter as the pair lost their footing and trudged over toes.