Returning to the living room, he went across to the little tree – and stared! Little wispy clouds of steam were rising from the sleeves of her dress and he realized that besides being half-frozen to death she must have been soaked through from the melting snow-flakes. XXX He took the opportunity to put his arm around her shoulders hoping against hope she would not react unfavorably. His hands trembled as the little heart-shaped box was exposed. Struggling to make sense of the non-sensical, the only rational explanation in his view was that whilst in a semi-delusional state, he had actually cooked that meal last night. …and presumably eaten it. Soft, gentle and confidently pliant lips met their coarse, trembling and long-since used partner’s. “Oh, yes please,” she answered gratefully, hugging herself around the knees
