|A rose of any other name, still smells as sweet!....|
Roses...I love roses!!!! They are so delicate, fragile, but on them same time so very strong....
More than friends Chp. 4Lisa and I had been watching TV for hours Lisa even fell asleep after the first couple of hours leaving me alone in the big apartment that was Adam’s. I snuck free from her arm that was somehow ended over my shoulder and left the sofa wandering about in this clinically white space, it felt so weird, yet calming.More than friends Chp. 4 by respett
Monte had apparently come back while I was engulfed in the news, and was sitting in one of Adam’s leather chairs, “Hey” I whispered and pointed towards his sleeping wife, “Where are the kids?” I smiled sweetly at him, he seemed nice enough when you got to know him, and wasn’t stuck on some parking lot with his kids in your arms without his approval. A slight nod was his response to my greeting followed by a smile “You don’t have to lower your voice” he told me grinning, “When she sleeps, she hears ”Nothing” he emphasized nothing by raising his voice a little over the normal conversation volume.
Happy birthday Josephine“Gimme some wa’er, you slow arrogant fuck” She drawled in a mock cockney accent, watching the british waiter from behind. He had a nice rear, she couldn’t deny that, but it felt like she’d seen it before, could it be she’d walked behind him on this trip to England? “I’ll be right with you love, please let me finish this order.” That voice was well known by her, but it must be her mind playing tricks, Tom Hiddelston wasn’t a freaking waiter, he’s an actor, a well known and loved one of the kind.Happy birthday Josephine by respett
Starring at his rear while twirling a lock of hair around her finger, she sighed, it was her birthday and here she was, alone at a café table in the middle of London, starring at a man’s ass. He was certainly good looking, and the more she watched him, the more she remembered the scene of a young jogging Hiddles, in the BBC TV series, Suburban Shootout, but could it be him?
“’scuse me miss, may I sit here?