Dark Love
“Yes.”
Cheers, encouraging jeers, whistles of admiration and applause, poured from their spectators in the restaurant.
Lemuel reached for her left hand and slipped the ring onto her fourth finger. He felt her hand trembling in his and rose, placing a kiss on it. Amidst the continuous cheer and applause, he drew her close and enveloped her in his arms. Tentatively, she rested her arms around him, though she couldn’t control the tremors on her body. He inhaled her scent. This rose fragrance was growing on him. Maybe he would start a women’s perfume line, who knows?