Anthony Mavens can afford it

It was a beautiful morning,the sun was out trying to reduce the chilliness of the weather. Sandra's his and was busy with the frying pan,preparing breakfast. The man took his cooking too serious. Blue was yet to rise. Thank God. She had a request climbing up her throat,but she couldn't think of a way to spit it out.

"Here's your sandwich." Anthony said, handing over the plate to her. She jerked back to reality. Gripping it carefully,she avoided the feel of his fingers.

It had been two days since they had escaped death's door. That night, Anthony had cuddled her up for almost an hour, and while she had felt it was the most peaceful thing ever, she knew she needed space and time from him.

He was too hot. He made everything too hot. His aura was cold, but everything else caused a temperature increase.

Her teeth dug into the bread. She was starving,and she needed food. Good food. Her eyes slid shut as she savoured the taste of the food. Anthony was a good cook. Too good. H