By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
As she was about to sit down, Michael walked over and handed her an extravagant bouquet. The mood was set with soft and melodious music playing in the background, giving the place a romantic feel.
Michael had wanted to let her sit down, but he found himself snuggle against her back and wrapped his arm around her waist. Chioma could feel his chest pressed against her back. She let out a warm smile, drinking from his delicious scent. Then after a while, he released her, turning her face slowly to him. She looked up at him and was fascinated by his beauty. The dim candle lit room made his skin glow. He was indeed the most handsome creature she had ever seen.
‘Thank you for belonging to
me,’Michael whispered, holding onto her hands tightly unwilling to let go.
Chioma had always known him to be so prideful, quiet and cold, but she could
see how much he revealed his soft side in front of her. There was no doubt; she
could see and feel that he loves her so much.
Then, he pulled out a chair and
she sat down. He walked to his seat and sat down across from her.
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