The Jealous And The Wounded

Axel

Roe is peeking at me with her glistening amber pair of eyes. I'm glad she stayed for dinner. Roe didn't tell me who my ex was, so I decided to move on and just cooked her dinner.

"Dig in."

The aroma of honey glaze and teriyaki sauce fills the air.

"What is this? Some chicken with brown sauce?"

I laugh at her clear no, idea demeanor.

"Silly girl, it's Chicken Teriyaki; I ate it numerous times at the Japanese restaurant, one of my favorites; I must say, come one try it, you won't regret it."

Roe smiles as she uses his fork to pick up one of the chicken pieces to aim it at her sensual mouth.

I can't help thinking of kissing her. I miss her lips.

"This is good; you really have a talent in the kitchen. Axel, I'm quite impressed."

It's my turn to curve my lips to a genuine, sweet smile; she loves my food and my cooking, making me the happiest man of, should I say, my husband alive.

Perfect.

"Thank you, My Lady; I live for your compliments."

Roe opens her mouth to bite more in the food