As they sat down for dinner, the soft glow of the dining room lights cast a warm ambiance, illuminating the tender moments between Marco and Alessia. The silence between them was comfortable, punctuated only by the clinking of utensils on plates and the occasional gentle sounds. Marco savored each bite, his expression thoughtful, his eyes sometimes flicking up to meet Alessia's gaze.
The aroma of the home-cooked meal wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of freshly baked bread, making their mouths water. Alessia watched Marco's reactions, her eyes sparkling with expectation, hoping he'd enjoy the meal she'd spent hours preparing.
After they finished, Marco pushed his plate away and looked at Alessia with a warm, genuine smile. "This was amazing," he said, his voice filled with appreciation. "You're a great cook." His words were sincere, and Alessia could tell he'd truly enjoyed the meal. The last time Marco had a homemade dinner like this was when his parents were still alive.
Alessia's face lit up with a pleased smile as she replied, "Thank you, I'm glad you liked it." She felt a surge of happiness and satisfaction, knowing she'd been able to please Marco's palate. The small exchange felt like a tiny victory for Alessia, a moment of connection and consent that brought a sense of joy to their evening together.
As they sat there, the harmony between them grew, and Alessia felt a sense of belonging, like she was exactly where she was meant to be. The dinner table, once a place for just sustenance, had become a place for bonding, for sharing moments, and creating memories.
After the dinner, Alessia's eyes followed Marco as he headed to his office, her mind racing with her plans for the night. She quickly made her way to their bedroom, her heart beating with tension. The soft carpet beneath her feet muffled her steps as she entered the room.
She opened the closet and slipped into a beautiful night dress, one that she hoped would catch Marco's attention. The soft, silky fabric hugged her curves, and she felt a sense of confidence wash over her. The dress was a deep shade of blue, accentuating her emerald green eyes and skin tone. Alessia's hair cascaded down her back, framing her face.
As she got ready, Alessia's thoughts turned to how she could entice Marco to touch her, to forget about work for a while and focus on each other. She took a deep breath, feeling a sense of excitement and nervousness. Would Marco be receptive to her plans, She hoped he wouldn't resist her.
Alessia's hands trembled slightly as she applied a light perfume, the scent wafting through the air. She glanced at herself in the mirror, satisfied with what she saw. With a final touch, she was ready, her heart pounding in anticipation of Marco's reaction.
As Alessia emerged from the closet, she came to a sudden stop, her eyes locking onto Marco's figure in the bedroom. She hadn't expected him to be there, and for a moment, they just stared at each other.
Marco's eyes roamed over Alessia, taking in the sight of her in the beautiful night dress. His expression changed, his eyes darkening slightly as he seemed to catch his breath. The air in the room seemed to vibrate with tension, and Alessia's heart skipped a beat as she met Marco's gaze.
The moment hung suspended, filled with unspoken understanding and desire. Alessia's cheeks flushed slightly, and Marco's eyes never left hers, blue against green.