ririfcnty:
𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖆𝖎𝖓'𝖙 𝖆 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌 ( michianna )
heading towards him without really paying attention to what he was saying, her eyes were glued to the table he had prepared. the smell was wonderful, but she still didn’t understand what was going on. "oh, i’m always ready, but—”, riri pointed to the tabble, half astonished, half suspicious. by the touch of his hands she relaxed a bit more, looking up at him finally. “what is this michael? when you said we would be eating i thought you meant each other”, pouting for a second as her hands found his neck. “shit, am i early? or in the wrong day? or you forgot it was me?”, she took some distance to look at his face. “who is this romantic dinner for?”, the black woman finally said, thinking she had cracked the mistery.
Once she was in his arms, he pulled closer as his posture shrunk slightly to get onto her level as he laughed and tried to turn his head away to hide his giddiness a little. “We can be dessert,” he suggested with a wink as he backed away and loosened his arms around her body, turning to grab the back of the nearest chair so he could pull it out for her, motioning for her to sit. “This is all for you. Aint no one else showing up tonight. We’ve got this place and this food to ourselves,” he tried to explain as he sat at the chair beside hers, moving it closer to her so it’d be much easier to lean over to kiss her whenever he wanted, like right now as he reached up to her chin to pull her gently closer to his lips.













