I almost forgot about that.
"When will she come back?" I ask.
"Next week," He pokes at the noodles.
"Yummy," He focuses his eyes back on me.
"But I would like to have another meal that's more delicate," Then he pushes the fried noodle away from him and slowly walk towards me, I could see his hungry with eyes full of promise and pleasure.
He locks his arm around my back and carries on walking with me held tight against his chest. I reach up and fan my fingers through his soft, messy mop and frown when he bypasses the stairs, heading for the terrace.
"Where are we going?'" I ask as I watch the stairs pass.
"It's my most blissful evening. I don't want to waste it." He pushes his lips to mine.