Chapter Two

The front door opened, letting in the light of a warm, sun-filled afternoon along with the call of the loving words "Hey sweetie! I'm home!"

Amanda walked around the corner, into the foyer, her once-angelic white apron stained from cooking dinner.

"Hey baby. I've missed you all day."

"I know love, I've been counting down the seconds until I got off. As soon as I was free, I flew home!"

"You flew home just for me? Let me see those sexy wings. I bet they'd make for an interesting time upstairs" she said in a jokingly seductive voice accompanied by a quick wink.
Luke seemed to miss the joke as he closed in for a kiss. The pent up passion of being apart for a whole day for the first time since they had said their vows two weeks ago exploded within their lips.

"Want to see my wings baby?" he said in a voice muffled by her lips.

"I don't know. Can your wings handle me?"

"Oh, I think they can. You don't stand a chance against the wingmaster!"

He reaches around to the back or her waist and unties her apron. His hands run up her back and gently slide the apron over her head, letting her sunny blonde hair fall over her shoulders.
The apron falls from his hand onto the floor as he picks her up. She wraps her naked legs around him as she pulls his shirt off and lets it fall on top of her now useless apron. He carries her up the stairs, pressing his wet lips against her soft and tender neck every step of the way until they reach the bedroom where he lays her on the bed and gently shuts the door for a privacy they don't need.

At the foot of the stairs her apron and his shirt sat, the blood on her apron from the steak she had been preparing stained the breast of his shirt.