Demelza and Alexander sat across from each other in the dimly lit restaurant, their eyes locked on one another as they reminisced about their lost connection. The tension between them was palpable, and the air seemed to sizzle with anticipation. As the waiter poured them each a glass of red wine, Demelza couldn't help but notice the way Alexander's muscles moved beneath his dress shirt.
When their meals arrived, they dug in without saying a word, allowing the rich flavors of the food to speak for themselves. But it wasn't long before their hands found each other's again under the table. Their fingers intertwined, and a spark of electricity ran through them both.
As they finished their meals, Alexander leaned across the table and whispered in Demelza's ear, "Do you want to go somewhere more private?" His warm breath sent sh ivers down her spine, causing Demelza to feel a wave of butterflies in her stomach. She looked into Alexander's eyes, her heart racing with anticipation, and whispered back, "Yes, where do you have in mind?"
