That Moonlit Night



2 whole hours is how long they had argued with no apparent reason whatsoever. She wasn’t like that she grew up as a silent little lady but at that point it did not matter, he looked at her not knowing what to say next  shrugged and walked away, headed to the living room, watching TV always had a relaxing effect on him at 3am.

She was scared, scared of letting him go, scared that he would leave her, scared that one day he would betray her. A relationship they had built for 3 good years now seemed so rigid and fragile.

“I will be better tomorrow” she thought out loud and went to the bathroom to ease her mind as well. Cherry scented bubble bath always worked magic on her and she knew it would do the same for him.

Walking out of the bathroom she had made up her mind that it was time… Time to let it all go… time to be who he always wanted her to be she thought. She turned left to her night gown closet and reached out for the new gown he had bought her… she had never worn it even when he insisted that she should….

As her purple satin night gown clanged tightly on her exposing her contours on her perfect figure 8 frame she walked towards the living room, her hair let down making her big brown eyes shine against the moon lit room.. She was beautiful… a sight to behold and everyone knew it………………………..

He turned when he felt the warm breath on his neck and  the cherry scent hit him hard and for the first time that night he smiled… he looked at her engulfed in his own world filled with excitement… thinking of what to do next with sweat drops starting to form on his breath-taking strong and manly physique……..


………………….To be continued.................
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Location: Nairobi, Kenya

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