It was perfect.
Randy couldn't help but smile at the flat. Perhaps, a bit small, but only a few doors away from his mother's flat. He could sneak down, anytime, to be with Franny now. Of course, he breathed in her scent and knew he wanted her now, not later.
"Is it to your like'n?" He looked her over.
"Well," She walked around the empty front room. Her dressed flowed about her as if she were a flower for the plucking, he presumed. "Its lovely." She smiled back at him.
"Thank God." Randy beamed, picking her up and whirled her around in his arms. She was so light, a lot like a fairy, he supposed. Now he could breath easy, finally.
"I love you." He whispered in her ear. He Frenched her before she could answer. He thought they very well should christen this place in the only way they knew how. But there was no bed. Perhaps the kitchen counter would do.
its what we do
16 hours ago