They sat by the window. Rufus ordered two steaks and a bottle of red wine. When Marjorie cut into her steak, she sliced off a piece and lifted her fork to his lips.
Rufus opened his mouth and took it. He chewed slowly, watching her with a gaze so tender it practically melted.
Then he raised his wine glass and clinked it against hers.
They looked at each other across the table and smiled.
When Marjorie smiled, she tilted her head slightly, and a strand of hair slipped from her shoulder. She reached up with her free hand and tucked it behind her ear.
The motion was slow. Effortless.
And impossibly alluring.
I hadn't seen her do that since we were dating.
Halfway through the meal, Rufus set down his knife and fork.
"Marjorie, how come Edmund's away on business again?"
She laughed, picked up her napkin, dabbed the corner of her mouth, and turned the question back on him.
"Isn't it a good thing he's away?"
Her tone was light, casual, like she was talking about the weather.
Rufus stood up, walked around the table, and sat down beside her. He slipped an arm around her shoulders, leaned in, and kissed her on the lips.
The kiss wasn't deep, but it lingered.