It was a quiet afternoon at Paula's house. Washing the dishes, Paula was silently humming a song. The kids were at their Grand parents' house, which silenced the huge mansion making her hum the only source of sound. She has turned every single light in the house on even though she was in the kitchen.
"Can you stop that?" A raspy voice said. She flinched, breaking the plate in her hand.
"S. Sorry," she turned her head around, "You came early," a smile crept on her face.
"We have dinner in two hours," his cold voice drove her beautiful smile away. "Also why are you doing all the chores like a fucking maid?!" he frowned, looking at her wet hands. She quickly hid them behind and let out a nervous laugh.
"I don't have much to do. So," she built the courage to look into his honey orbs. It made her feel the same euphoria she felt when she first saw him. "It's a fun thing," with a low voice, she finished her sentence.
