DRABBLE : favourite

[luxuryflower]

Armand is her favourite. Like the little doggy from her childhood was her favourite first.

Not too long ago, Marguerite would have claimed that all men were the same, but after having lived this moment – the afterglow of their lovemaking with Armand looking up at her (her Armand, young and foolish), she must realise that although many men have declared their love for Marguerite Gautier, none looked like that little puppy her mother took away from her before dying.

Kissing him, keeping her eyes open, she vows. Vows that no one will ever take Armand from her. Not even herself.