Elio had moved from one spot to another restlessly, glancing at the clock that was on the wall just beside the picture frame that had Dahlia in it.
He thought of making the clock go fast by himself but reminded himself that he'd only be fooling himself if he did.
He had been able to come up with a plan to kill the boredom he had been experiencing since he began to live with hers and he couldn't wait to share it with her.
He knew she'd refuse initially but he was going to make sure that she gave in to what he already had planned. All that was needed was for her to walk through that door!
He sprung up when he had footsteps on the stairs and wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. Dahlia had some strange aura that always had him on his toes. He had never had to put up an impression for any woman came across in his life but here he was trying to make it into Dahlia's good book.
