The Betrayals
Little question
When Tiffany thought she must have fallen who would have thought Dru was holding her waist, hugging her quickly then she could feel herself drowning into the arms of the man.
And as usual Tiffany can smell the masculine scent of the man, so soft not excessive, making anyone who smelled the aroma become comfortable in his making. He chose to keep his eyeballs closed, enjoying the distinctive aroma that later continued to accompany his life.
The touch of the waist given by Dru felt so soft, the man let his hands perched at home on the waist of the girl for some time, the heartbeat to the two people sounded sad, shahdu, shahdu was like the wind that night.
Her scene was too sweet, making anyone who saw her become agitated until some time passed, not even any movement at all between her two.
In the next few seconds Tiffany suddenly opened her eyeballs, she raised her head because she realized where her position was, so she looked up her head she could see Dru who was now also staring at her.
"Tell me"
The girl suddenly spoke up, took a chance in narrowness, thinking it was the right time to ask and talk, throwing away her prestige and pride.
Dru who heard Tiffany's question instantly froze a little, still clasping tightly to his wife's waist while trying to hold his breath for some time.
"You don't want to tell me first?"
In the end Dru opened his voice, letting his netra look beautiful netra beautiful in front of him, believe me whenever their gaze met Dru's heart sometimes feels not okay.
Getting a question back from the man made Tiffany frown.
"It's to draw answers to my questions?"
Dru seemed to think for a moment.
"Not really, I'm just trying to make sure of something"
He replied slowly, this time venturing to pull his wife's waist, allowing himself to slash the distance between them, trying to convince himself that Tiffany was not making any boundaries between them.
The girl was a little surprised, because this time some parts of their bodies came into contact with directly, slashing the distance that once existed to feel so deep, the girl looked at Dru with a surprised yet defiant gaze, her left hand reflexively grasping tightly at Dru's waist and her right hand touching Dru's chest involuntarily.
Making their position look too beautiful and sweet, making anyone who sees it smell like a horse.
"Sister can confirm it"
Tiffany ventured to answer in such a close and close distance, the sound of Tiffany's heart was not fine, making herself feel ready to fall into any situation at any time.
Lying if Dru's heart is fine, he's the same, feeling his heart is not as good as what he feels, facing Tiffany is more dangerous than facing even ter killer lecturers, for him facing Tiffany is even more dangerous than when facing the head of the black mafia world or the most murderous and deadly weapons in the world. One of the few he was afraid to die because of his charm or because of the wrong talk to creatures called wives by their kind.
"Is there a little heart for me tucked away other than her name in your heart?"
He asked in a million bravado, trying to throw away the embarrassment while saying his, too much and alai indeed but he tried to make sure first, first, too jealous of the figure of someone called the former by his halal lover.
Tiffany momentarily silently heard Dru's question, letting her pair of eyeballs stare at Dru who asked uneasily and hesitated. The male eyeball before him was as if implying one's fear if Tiffany didn't love her even though it was just a fingernail.