I brought the last of my box into Eugene's apartment. "Home sweet home."He sighed relived. "Yep."I grinned. I placed the box with my essential items on the lush couch. It had been about three weeks since the accident. We still don't know what caused the fire. "I'll start cooking dinner."Eugene said approaching the stove. He decided on egg noodles with beef. "Didn't know you were a chef."I winked at him. "Yeah, cooking is one of my many talents."He bragged. "Oh, yeah? What are the others?"I whispered nibbling his ear lobe. "Let me show you."He licked his lips.
Eugene pushed into his...our bedroom. We passionately locked lips until we were forced to come up for air. Eugene unzipped his pants. "BEEEEEEP"
The fire detector blared through the house. "Go tend to that...chef."I mocked him. Eugene groaned and ran out of the room.
This is how life was meant to be. And I was going to enjoy every minute of it.
