July 1996
Author's Note: Mature themes and strong language ahead.
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The elevator doors to my penthouse opened. He looked at me with soulful eyes and crossed arms. He carefully stepped out just before the doors chimed and closed. I pursed my lips, slightly nervous at the moment. For the first time in years, he left me speechless. The white shirt he donned tattered near the middle, revealing the same chest that knowingly begged for my kisses in the dark.
He walked toward me black jeans just before cupping my face with both hands. Our lips met in a feverish kiss and he moaned against my mouth, closing so much space between us that I never wanted to leave. His hands tangled my curls as always.
I found myself wrapping my legs around me as my back slammed against the wall. Our nose touched in this persistent embrace. My brows furrowed in ecstasy as he trailed sloppy kisses down my neck. I could only clutch my arms around his neck to hold on. I almost trembled feeling the slap of his large hand on the butt of my jeans.
His breathing toward my mouth hitched just before he trapped my lips desperately. I never understood the point of his visit now and didn't even care. He held me close, never allowing me to escape such an intertwined grasp of him. His words carefully moved toward my ear.
"Don't leave me. Please, baby." I couldn't even say another words as he kissed me again with tears in his eyes.
He carried me to my bedroom, whispering sweet nothing along the way. A creak filled this room as I pushed the door open with my free hand. His whispers continued once I wrapped myself around him even tighter than before.
He brought me down onto the covers, allowing darkness to meet our bodies as usual. I chewed my bottom lip watching him move slowly to the opposite end of my bed and just ready himself to sit there. His teeth brightened in the familiar glare of moonlight.
Blankets hardly rustled underneath him as he scooted closer to me, reaching out to hold my face again. He grinned bashfully against my lips just before we intensified. His moaning returned and the strongest desire to squirm out of my jeans heightened with every passing moment.
I mischievously pushed him down, trapping his lips as he had mine over and over again. I pulled away, leaving him breathless as our hands locked. He kissed our interlocked knuckles at once and a smile crept onto my face as I moved my body and further and further down onto him.
He moaned once I kissed the middle of his chest and shut those brown eyes. His longer tresses cascaded onto the pillow as he chewed his bottom lip, hard. My arms were now either side of him, leaving us both in a trap of ecstasy.
I could feel hands moved straight for the buttons on my shirt. I nearly chuckled while he strained to pop each one open, desperate to view my skin. I soon helped out, allowing the lace of bra to display for him. He went straight to my lips, trapping me with another tangle of my curls with his large hands. His brows furrowed just before our noses touched in the dark. Never did break the positon of straddling him.
He cupped my face again before speaking.
"I've missed you." he said. "Come back to me." In that moment, I escaped our position and fumbled to button my shirt again. His voice barely squeaked words as I began to leave the room, puzzled and afraid to be honest.
I would not make the homewrecker mistake again. I'd much rather find someone else than deal with Michael's games. He still complained inside my bedroom once the door slammed shut, but I didn't even care. Shameful tears began to well in my eyes while I moved further and further away from the door.
Just when I busied myself with dinner, I felt a presence behind me. I carefully moved away hoping not to singe both of us with heat from the stove. His footstep trailed behind me like a dog at this point and once I looked at him in the eye, I could only halt cooking for now and face him head-on. Otherwise, I'd lose my senses.
"Being separated doesn't change anything, Michael." I said. "Even if you were single, I probably wouldn't come back."
"You've forgive me before. Why can't you do it now?" he folded his arms.
"Before I was stupid. We shouldn't have sleep together after I broke up with you. Look at what's happened now. It's immature."
"But I love you. Stop acting like we just met, girl." Michael raised an eyebrow. "It's been years and..."
"We're not even married..." I finished his sentence in my own way and began running the truth down his throat. "Michael, I'm not stupid. Haven't you realized that in the past few years?"
"Neither of us are perfect. That's what you don't understand." he replied. "Stop acting like your hands are clean. You're the one who pawned my fucking engagement ring for no good reason!"
"Oh, I had my reasons. In fact, I had every reason in the world to pawn that ring. You cheated with Tatiana and didn't even tell me until I caught your ass. What kind of devotion is that, Michael? You really think deceit is good for a relationship?"
"No, but I can't believe it's been years and you still won't let that go."
"It's not just that." I defended myself. "You've slept with other people and married Lisa. Have you been expecting me to just wait for you if things don't work out?"
"No, but I..." his voice trailed at first. "I honestly can't see myself with anyone else. You keep popping into my head. I just want to make you happy again."
"I don't know if that's possible." I could only whisper to him.
