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Chapter~4A

—Chris' POV

   Sitting around,waiting for Dani was now becoming a nuisance.

   The clock was roughly pointing at the ninth hour and for a Monday, it was unacceptable for work to go on this long.

   Worry began to outweigh my frustration with every second that passed. The tapping of my foot had become quicker and more prominent as thoughts raced through my mind. Over-thinking was all that my useless self could get a grip on, and it wasn't doing me any good.

   She could be in danger for all I know. My wife could be laying helplessly somewhere in the unkind world. At that thought I picked my phone up and dialled her number for the sixth time.

It rang.

   On the third ring, the door swung open and a slumped looking form of my wife entered. Exhaustion was written all over her face as she pulled through an apologetic smile.

"What the hell, Danielle! Why didnt you answer the damn thing?" I said.

My inner rage was unintendedly clear in the words spoken. "It's 9pm."

"I'm s-sorry. We... I t-tried to leave,I..." She stumbled and tripped upon her words. Her voice cracked as she sheepishly spoke. She buried her guilt smeared face into her palms and I felt awful at how angry I sounded towards her.

"Hey, it's okay." I pulled her closer. Her shaking,cold body provided me with an urge to squeeze her tighter.

"I'm so sorry. It won't h-happen again." She made low intermittent sobs. It felt almost too good to be true for her to be so apologetic. What could've been an argument had become strangely intense. As if the apology had more to it than what it is in display.

"Baby, its okay. I didn't mean to shout like that." I assured her.

I entangled my fingers between her damp, chestnut hair while placing a kiss on her pale forehead. She cleaved her body against mine as though I was her source of strength. As though I had threatened to leave her.

"Is everything okay?" I looked down into her eyes. The sparkle was still there. The same sparkle that caused me restlessness until she was mine, years ago. In response her arms swung up onto my neck and she placed a turbulent kiss upon my lips. I pursed my lips to quench the flames of her despairing kiss.

"Dani, talk to me. Please don't shut me out like that."

"Kiss me, please." She looked at me with fiery eyes and a glare of fervent desire. A sudden ray of energy manifested through her slumped form. Her command was but my wish, it felt like an intense constraint that I had no choice but to succumb to. She held me tight.

I was violently stripped of my clothes in a glimpse of a second and simultaneously taking in the sting of her nails against the skin on my chest. Her eyes hardly wandered away from my body and if they did, they repelled my gaze. She pried harder against my body by the moment as an indication for me to lunge and jolt with diligence. My motive was challenged as I became luxuriated in the moment.

She made me feel uneducated, as if it was my first time behind the steering wheel. But she wouldn't let me be one with her, through her eyes. I felt a need to keep proving myself to her, but all I had was love but she wouldn't take that. I tried harder.

   The climax was just above our heads. Our bare and adhered bodies reported exhaustion in the form of intense sweating. We couldn't anymore.

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   A smirk grew on her face as we laid face up beside one another in attempt to regulate our pulses. It had been a while since there was this much fervency between us. She was satisfied. I gave her what she wanted, demanded. Then again my questions and inquisitions as to why things were so odd with her weren't answered.