After walking to the balcony, I lit the candles, with champagne in an ice-filled bucket. The filet mignon was tender and juicy, and taking a bite was incredibly satisfying.
We clinked glasses, flushing her already slightly shy face.
Her charm was not the affected coquetry of a twenty-something girl, nor the mature feeling of a woman in her thirties.
Instead, she was somewhat similar to Ruby, but her enthusiasm was genuine. When she was with me, there was a hint of shyness.
But she always curled up when she slept without a sense of security. I knew she had suffered a lot of inner pain.
"I'm a little drunk." I said.
"You only took one sip. How can you be drunk?"
"Because I love you." I said with a smile.
Jessica smiled. "You have a sweet mouth!"
She reached out her hand, looking at the ring on her ring finger, her eyes full of anticipation. "I never thought I would become your girlfriend."
I held her hand. "Does the wound still hurt?"
