Valentine

Oscar took her out to a fusion pasta restaurant that she loved. Bibi was asleep in her stroller, her breathing soft and visible. Eliza touched her daughter’s lips, before she twirled some spaghetti on her own fork.

This was her valentine from Oscar. He made a gesture for every holiday, and she enjoyed spending time with him. She loved seeing him with Bibi, and she could tell that Bibi loved him as well.

“Those were gorgeous flowers you got Cleo,” She said to him, looking in his eyes. “We skyped today and she showed me.”

Oscar nodded, and she knew that she did not have any place even mentioning Cleo to him but she saw the flowers. Saw their relationship was developing, and she was not sure that she wanted Cleo that close to her. Because if Cleo was in a relationship with Oscar she was going to have to know about them.

She would have you know if Eliza was still sleeping with him…

“We met at your parties, she’s not what I was expecting…”

“What do you mean?”

“She’s quirky.”

Eliza smiled because she did not want to say anything more. She wanted him to have a relationship that he enjoyed—especially after Chloe.

On her side much later, bracing the wall, Eliza groaned softly as Oscar moved in and out of her. It felt too good—better than when they had sex at Bibi’s birthday party. He was rougher than usual—she craved it. He squeezed her breast and bit her neck as he came closer and closer. Eliza lost it with all of the sensation, and cried out—covering her mouth almost immediately because she did not want to wake Bibi up.

Oscar covered her mouth when her hand fell away, and squeezed her breast harder which made her bite the inside of his hand and he came as she did. They both pressed closer together. He squeezed her breast even more and she murmured gibberish. 

It was bliss.

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