2.12- Pleasure

"I wonder what he thinks about it," she asked, shaking her head slightly.

"He wants to kill me," Victor replied without a doubt.

"Why? To pop in and be my savior?"

He turned his face to hers, his eyes gleaming with obvious intent now. "Give direction to my thoughts all week."

Her lips were drawn into a perfect curve, and she dared not ask - she didn't need to ask - to clarify where his thoughts were going, because her own had already gone there. She's trying to keep busy, but in her mind, the fact that they're getting married, and the whole weekend now before them, is like a form of hypnosis.

If she wasn't paying attention, she would feel like she was being carried away by these thoughts, most wanting to remember every detail of that night.

"Are you hungry?"

The question was the last thing she expected. She shook her head, but didn't stop making eye contact, she can't.

"Do you want to go swimming? Or fishing?"

Swimming? Despite the warm weather, that was the least of Amy's conce