Dream Love
“We made love on the sand.”
“Hold onto that thought,” he said with a sultry voice. “It just might happen.”
“When I’m done with this?” I asked as I put my hand on my neck.’
“Perhaps,” he said non-committedly.
“You must be rich,” I teased.
“As a matter of fact, I am,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. “How else do you think I can stay with you, day in and day out, without worrying about work?”
“Your play,” I gasped.