His voice was full of anger, but underneath that anger I heard the doubt.
He wasn’t angry because he knew I was wrong. He was angry because he was afraid I might be right.
"So, you agree with him, do you? You think this is just about point-scoring too? You think I can't make it right? " He asked.
"No, I don’t think that. So you better stop putting words into my mouth." I said keeping my cool and stepped closer to him, hoping my presence would help, because now his defence mechanisms were kicking in and they were looking for a target. "I’m not your enemy, remember? I’m only trying to get to the truth. Who are you angry at?"
He lifted his hands and he grabbed me by the upper arms, not hard, but firmly enough to make me gasp. As if the pressure of his hold could make me see. His mouth twisted in a smile so bitter that it hurt to look at.
"Maybe you're right. Perhaps I'm wrong." He spat the word like it was poisoned food. He was raging and I knew I kinda deserved that rage.
As soon as those words came out of him, I felt something break open inside me. An aching, burning, blazing, wondrous thing.
I loved him. I’d always loved him. I’d loved him then and I loved him now and I’d love him for ever. So, his rage was definitely something I was willing to endure if that meant I could be with him.
I reached up, took his face between my hands and pulled his mouth down on mine, melting in that angered kiss.
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23 Kissing Stories
Short StoryThis is a set of 23 short stories having a kiss as a main character. There are different kinds of kisses for different circumstances. A kiss is the most intimate form of love that can exist in all eternity. The touch of someone's lips over yours ca...
