You touch your own breasts. We smile back at the musicians and return our attention to the painting. The eyes call to us. My heart races at the site o... this work of art as I reach to embrace the work of art standing next to me. We stand together for what seems like hours, staring at her staring at us. You turn to face me with tears streaming down your cheeks. What a sight in candlelight. We hold each other tighter as I bend my neck to reach for your mouth. We kiss a beautiful kiss. Soft, not. “You did good, coming to my rescue that quick.”“Not quick enough.”“Speed wasn’t the issue,” Damien said. “Unfortunately, they were more than prepared for any intrusion. Even Jacob and his ... friend, were expelled.”Nodding, Jessy put her hands on her knees, and looked out the window. “I was out for most of Jacob’s crazy rescue. But, I think I was submerged in ... inside Black Blood? Fucking hell.”Jack winced. Did they want to let the driver know about this? Well, it wasn’t a secret, he. The two of them clicked and my mother decided to play matchmaker. The next time I was in the restaurant my mother introduced us."She's new in town baby, hasn't had time to find a boyfriend so you better strike while the iron is hot" and she walked off leaving me and Helen to feel awkward about the situation. But Helen was extremely good looking and I dug her cute Southern accent. I started going by the restaurant more frequently and always seemed to get waited on by Helen. Eventually I asked. Deserae had just had fight with her current boyfriend and was really, really pissed at him. It was one of those "I'll show you" kinds of mad and she was in that frame of mind when I asked her, for the nine-hundredth time, for a date. She said yes and then proceeded to make sure that everything we did together was done where her ex-boyfriend could see us together.I was in love with Deserae, but I was not stupid and I did know what she was doing and that she did expect him to be so jealous that.