We sat in silence as the opera singers performed their musical lines. Throughout the performance, Mom began slowly trailing her fingers on my side. As if in response to her, I did the same. Mom sighed and whispered, "This has been the most romantic evening I've had in a long time, my love. Thank you, for all of this."
I turned my head to kiss her forehead and whispered, "My pleasure, my lovely Mrs. Drake."
Mom hummed in pleasure at that, before replying, "Mine too, my loving Mr. Drake."
We both smiled at each other and shared a heated gaze. Mom dropped her eyes to gaze at my lips and then quickly looked back up into my eyes. We shared another gaze, before turning back to the stage, as we hugged each other tighter. During a long song by the main female, Mom moaned and began trailing her
