Forgive Me?

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I pulled up onto the drive as fast as possible. Turning off the engine, I grabbed my bag, the keys and the blessed milk and ran to the front door. I banged my hands hard on the wood, making them red and sore. Soon, a confused looking Tom came running upto the door and opened his mouth to speak. His words would have to wait though, I told myself and I reached up to his jacket, my hands pulling hard, nearly tearing the material. He gasped and moaned confused. I just smirked at him as I pulled him in for kiss, "Have I ever told you that no matter what shit you say to me, it will never lessen my affections for you?"

Our lips moved in sync and as his warm, non-shaken hands removed my jacket and cardigan, I knew that he knew I had forgiven him.  We moved fast and elegantly. Our bodies were almost bare as we ran together into the bedroom, closing all the doors and windows quickly. I collapsed onto the bed, my heart rate beating, nearly out of control. I was breathing so heavy, nearly panting our of control. Tom leaned over and moved his hand up past my stomach and onto my neck his warm hands tickled my neck slightly and I felt a flutter grow and burst again in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't wait any longer. I grabbed hold of him and pulled him closer to me. Our bodies touched and I let out a small whisper of a moan.  He giggled slightly, then whispered, "I'm sorry for all the hurt I caused you, but please know that I lov-" I didn't want to hear his words, only enjoy this moment, so I leapt on him, my lips locking on his, my hands holding tight around his neck, my bodies flying over the moon and back with excitment.

"I love you."

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