Dominik
EVEN IF WILLOW WILL NEVER LOVE ME ENOUGH TO BREAK THE CURSE, I can get her to like me, at least a little.
Enough to let me fuck her, hopefully. Take care of her. Sink into the heavenly cloud of her presence for as long as I have left. I unveil the silver trays. Filet mignon, tabouli salad, twice-baked potatoes and hunks of steaming fresh bread await, along with a bottle of cabernet from a local vineyard. I pour us both glasses and arrange plates while she takes a seat at the table for two by the window. I watch her as she takes a few bites of everything, lingering on the way her lips part, the faint sound of her soft hum when something pleases her. Each flicker of surprise and pleasure on her face fills me with satisfaction. I find myself wondering what it would take to see that same look for an entirely different reason.
She finishes chewing a bite of steak. "It's very good. Thank you."
"I'm glad you're pleased."
