Page 84 of Lyric Squared

“I’m starving,” I admitted.

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Thank you, Keanu.”

“Come on,” he instructed as he took me by the hand, “let me feed you.”

I wasn’t sure how he’d managed the fireside dinner but watching the orange and red hues as I sat near was as beautiful as the view of the ocean. Paired, they were perfect. Keanu sat across from me, leaving me to wonder who would be serving our food.

As I opened my mouth to speak, a silver platter was placed in front of me. Then, one was sat in front of Keanu. When the tops were removed, my stomach growled and mouth watered at the same time. I tuned, who I assumed was the chef, out as I marveled at the amazing presentation of the food that I had every intention of devouring. By the time he finished giving us the background story of the fish he’d chosen for us to feast on, I was already on my second bite. It was divine.

“Ummmmmm,” I moaned with closed eyes and a mouth full of the flavorful dish.

“Enjoying it more than you do me?”

My eye popped open, searching for our company. Though his back was turned and he was headed back wherever he’d come from, he was still in earshot.

“Keanu!”

“I’m sure his woman sucks his dick, too, Lyric.” He shrugged, digging into his food.

“Damn,” he praised.

“Does it taste as good as my pussy?” I asked, feeling a bit vindicated.

“It doesn’t. It’s good but not that fucking good,” he replied, putting more into his mouth.

I wished like hell I was the fish at the moment. I wanted Keanu to eat me just like that and moan while doing so. Just glaring from across the table made me incurably jealous.

“You didn’t answer me.”

“No. I’m not enjoying it more than I enjoy you.”

“Good.”

A comfortable silence fell between Keanu and I as we dug into our dinner. The proportions were large, but I was almost sure I’d finish almost the entire plate. The chef returned with a bottle of wine that had been produced locally and poured us both a glass. I was excited to try the new, dry red wine, butKeanu wasn’t as enthused. He preferred something brown and something that would quickly elevate his state. However, he enjoyed the glass that had been poured for him. Paired with the weed he’d smoked, I was certain he’d get the buzz that he was in search of.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Keanu broke the silence after he’d finished half his plate.

“I am.”

“Are you enjoying me?”

“I am, and I hope to continue enjoying you long after we leave this island.”

“Looks like this won’t be the only island we visit, Lyric. To spend the type of time I want with you, it looks like we’ll be boarding planes a lot over the next four weeks.”

“I don’t have any objections. Tell me when and tell me where, and I’ll always be there.”

“Will you?” His brow hiked when he asked the question.

“Yes, Keanu. What would make you feel any different?” I placed the wine glass down that I’d been sipping from. It was almost empty, again. The wine was delicious.

“I don’t. It was just a question.”

“Yes. I’ll be there.”

“What do you want, Lyric?”