She looked up from the dictionary of obsolete usage, smiled at me, and said, “you are a smiker.” Not sure how to react; I didn’t. She elaborated with a bit of a lecherous grin, ” a person who looks amorously or wantonly at me.” “Oh, guilty as charged.” I didn’t remove the smile on my face as her intentions became clear. I bent over and kissed her. She slowly removed the agate necklace as a promise of what was to come.
She could indulge herself with the dictionary often, I thought, if it has these results.
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Haha! I’m sure Melanie will enjoy this take on her word. Well done, Lou.
Very cute. ๐