Eleven

Fire bridled on our tongues as we kissed each other passionately but yet urgently. More like we had been starved of each other, every thought that had been running through my mind flew out the window.

"Arthur." I moaned as my eyes rolled to the back of my head while he nibbled roughly on my lower lip, out tongues intertwining in a kind of uniform arrangement.

"I love it when you moan my name and now, you'll listen to me explain." He whispered and for a moment, I was restored back to reality.

He was doing all this so he could have the chance to explain and not because he really wanted to do it. I must be a fool to believe that he ever wanted me.

I was about pushing him away when he tightened his grasp on my waist and trailed kisses from my neck down to my shoulders.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you at the office earlier, that one was quite personal." He whispered as he fondled with the loose rope at the back of my dress.

"I'm sorry you had to meet such a horrible sight when you returned home