Even lower…”
Chuckling at her adorable coyness, I comply, but with a twist. “What was I expecting to see? XXX I sink my hands into my pockets as I find the right kind of song for my mood, piano blues, and trudge along. Your favourite again Bell?”
She twists and turns on the sofa, grabbing for a throw cushion and plops it down on my chest before lying down and getting comfortable, grinning ear to ear as if she was a child “Uh huh!” Twisting again, she reaches for the pizza on the table, and offers me a slice “Why? Before long, I feel someone prod me in the side, and I jump with a small yelp. In the cinema, I find the fatigue from my fitful night’s sleep catching up to me,
