“Fancy a drink darling?” he asked.
“No, but I’d love a dance.”
Lisa pulled Toby close. She ran her hands over his arms, enjoying the feel of his biceps. She’d always preferred muscular men.
She inhaled, her pupils dilating at his scent. The urge to taste him was overwhelming.
“Shall we go to my place for something to eat?” Lisa asked.
Toby nodded. “Sounds great.”
Lisa smiled as they walked the short distance to her flat, her thoughts turning to which parts of Toby to have for supper and which parts to freeze.