Candlelight

You lit the candles on the dining room table. You were playing butler tonight for Bruna and Amanda. They talked in loving tones, pausing to kiss one another from time to time.

"Can we have more wine please, Danielle?" Amanda asked, holding hands with Bruna. They looked like a couple. They felt like a couple. They acted like a couple. It made you angsty, and it made you aroused.

"Of course," you said smoothly, pouring another glass for each of them. They toasted to each other. You fed them a five course meal, you watched them make love, and you ached that this had to happen at all ... and that you couldn't watch this forever.