SWEETHEART
Each hip bounces, each little sway, and each caress of the hand against each other’s curves was pouring ice-cold water on his sleeping beast.
Stuck somewhere between Suman and Sarah is Mike and Robert with their back to Suman, much closer to the dance floor. A toad is probably stuck in Mike’s throat, forcing his eyes to fixate on the wooden top spread circular on the high table they had occupied. It is not a piece of cake to conceal the dark desires swirling in his eye and lulling his eyelids to droop, nor to ignore the tightness in his chest. Regret pounced and tore him for bringing her here today. Not just because he is struggling to gain control, but also because every single man has been