Rosie smiled and giggled as she walked into the kitchen. "Yes!" she squealed, quickly lowering her voice so Dylan wouldn't hear her. Excitedly, she approached the plate hanger and took out a large plate. Grabbing a small spoon, she walked back into the living room to meet Dylan.
Dylan was still sitting on the black couch, waiting majestically for Rosie to return. He had loosened his trouser belt and stared at her with desire clearly written in his eyes as she approached. He helped her sit beside him and resumed kissing her on the lips and then her neck, but she stopped him, saying, "Dylan... This can wait."
Dylan gulped back his desire, noticing that Rosie's eyes were glued to the package containing the food he had brought. He stood up from the couch and dragged the center table closer t
