Helena smirked and withdrew her hand. There he was, the boy on paper. She thanked the waiter in Italian again as he put down her Sicilian soup and Cisco’s meal in front of them. “I take it you don’t have sex that often?” She asked teasingly as she delicately placed the napkin in her lap.
“Not really. I prefer to sit and have movie marathons and cuddle.” Cisco said, his face blushing. He quickly took a bite of his pasta before he could say anything stupid.
Cisco backup 