Aoife knocked on the large wooden door. After, a few seconds, she could hear some shuffling. Then the door opened. A stout elderly man with frizzy white hair opened the door.
“Ah, you must be Aoife. I’m John, Stephen’s father.”
“Yes, that’s me. Nice to meet you John.”
“Stephen is in the sitting room waiting for you.”
Aoife gave him a warm smile and followed the direction he pointed at.
Stephen was there waiting for her, looking devilishly handsome, all in black. She closed the door behind her. It was a large room with a wide tv at it centre with a sofa, chairs and a table. She guessed that they ate in the room on special occasions.
Instinctively, she went over and kissed his cheek.
“Good to finally see you again, you look great.”
“Thanks, my Mum was adamant that I make an effort, when I had a woman coming such a long way to see me,” he said with a grin and, ” You look good too.”
“Thanks, so what will we do?”
“Well, you’ve told me how much you like Liam Neeson. So, I thought we might watch his latest film – Marlowe. It’s only out in the cinema but I have a dodgy firestick “
“Deadly.”
She pulled a chair up alongside his wheelchair. It was a film about a private detective. Normally, this would be a great way to spend her afternoon but she wanted more. Stephen was quieter than usual.
“Thanks for making an effort to look so good. You smell really nice.” She leaned closer to him. Their eyes met. She leaned in closer kissing him, her long black draped over his shirt. It was gentle at first but then grew more vigorous. She wanted to rip off his clothes but knew it wasn’t the right time.
Knock, knock, knock.
Startled, she quickly got back in her seat.
“Hi Aoife, I’m Marion, Stephen’s Mum. I just thought you might want a cup of tea.”
“Oh yes Marion. Lovely to meet you. I’d love a cup.”
Aoife looked at Stephen with a wry smile.
“I love my cups of tea.”
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