Eliza Petrosian

Marcel looked at Carol. His eyes smoldering like the fire he uses to cook his famous meals. Carol was so beautiful. The peak of rat excellence and breeding. If he did not know that she was orphaned he would think she was bred in a lab. All the gouda, all the strawberries, all the flies were nothing in comparison. She was breathing heavy, still angry from their argument. She turned to leave but he grabbed her arm. "Carol. Don't" "We need to stop this affair. Greg doesn't deserve this", she said tearfully. "You can't stop this. And neither could I" And he leaned in to kiss her.