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Cordy and Rooney continued to meet regularly over the next few months. They went on long walks in the park, watched movies together, and cooked dinner for each other. They just reveled in each other's company.
On one Saturday, Cordy visited Rooney and instead of eating out, she decided to cook for them. It was Rooney's favourite and she had planned to make it so special. She was a great cook and has proved that severally.
Rooney's kitchen was a cozy beautiful place with the warm glow of Sunlight streaming in through the window, somehow depicting his warm and wonderful nature. He was fun to be with, and oh how she loved it when his eyes would assume the colours of the clear blue sky, twinking at the edges, but she loved it more when they become the dark mysterious storms of the tiding ocean, especially in the throes of passion when he would whisper her name softly into her ears and wrap her tenderly in his strong arms.
This was another realm, another life and she was going to live it to the fullest.
While she was making dinner, the two lovers' eyes met with fiery intensity, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Rooney was super romantic and would carry her in his arms while raining tiny delicate kisses all over her. They became fiery and more passionate, an indication of the approaching storm. They craved intimacy, a deeper connection to cement this beautiful and powerful thing. Their interlocked bodies trembled with anticipation, their hearts beating in rhythm, sparks of fire ignited, time stood still, the attraction was high voltage and they simply melted into it.
Dinner was wonderfully ruined.
To be continued...
An original story written by me...
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