I look up from my glass of gin and tonic to see you gazing at me from across the table.
Your eyes smile back at mine and a fire is ignited in my soul.
The ride home takes forever and we cannot make it quickly enough through the doors.
Your hand in mine, we stumble across the threshold.
Lips interlocked in passion, our entwined bodies fall on the couch, as something round and shiny slips out of your pocket, onto the ground and rolls gently across the wooden floor.
When it reflects the light of the warm fire, I know a lie has been told.
My heart goes cold.
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