"This is the night.", he announced, albeit to himself.
"I've waited five damn years for this night and I will make sure each second of it will be worthy."
He watched as the emcee talked on the microphone, directing the participants to whatever activity that is happening.
"The hell with this programme", he muttered.
He was not paying attention to the event at all, his own wedding reception.
"I just want to end this so I can have her wholly to myself.", he muttered.
"What were you saying, my love?", his lovely wife interjected. Hearing her made all the irritation go away, replaced by unmistakable hunger evident in his eyes.
"I'm hungry.", he retorted, looking straight to her loving eyes.
"But you just ate", she said. "I'll ask someone to bring more foods or if you..", she was surprised when he held her arms.
"I'm hungry.", he repeated. She looked at him with confusion in her eyes. Then it hit her.
"I'm hungry..for you."
"But the guests..my family.. your family..i think we should wait a little longer.", she half-heartedly defended.
"Don't you want me, Maine?", he asked, slightly hurt. He will do anything, anything just to have her right now.
"Of course I want you! Why would you think that I don't?", she said.
"The prove it!", he urged.
"Please..", he was desperate.
She looked at him, her eyes searching for something in his face. Then he kissed her. A quick peck on the lips, tugging her lower lip as he pulled away. She was in awe, as always. His kisses always left her hanging, vulnerable. He took advantage of it and held her hand, guided her away from the stage and into the exit of the venue, leaving the audience laughing while the emcee repeatedly calls the newlywed's name for a couple of minutes now.
"What's happening to you?", she thought.
The firm hands that held her and its owner exude an aura totally different from the usual caring, gentlemanly demeanor he always shows her.
"RJ, please slow down.", she pleaded.
"No.", he firmly said.
"I.", he stressed. "Want.", he made sure she looked at his eyes. "You.", his hand gripping her tigher this time, hoping to convey what he wanted. "Now".
And just liked that, they continued walking until they reached the end of the corridor. He fervently pressed the button of the elevator. The lift began to descend from the topmost floor.
"Thirty more floors. Damn.", he cursed.
"Look at me? Don't you want to see me. I'm just beside you.", she asked, looking at the side of his handsome face.
"I can't.", he said.
"Why?", she asked.
"I'm not sure if I can still control myself if I look at you.", he explained.
There was silence that enveloped as the elevator seemingly slowly descended. This irritated him a bit more, causing his tight grip on her to become tighter. Feeling his anxiety, she slowly held their joined hands with her free hand and gently massaged it. Feeling the warmth of her hand on his brought calm; he started loosening his hold on her. This brought a smile on her face, as she rested her head on his arm, both enjoying the warmth they shared with each other. They were both startled at the sound of the elevator as it bring to a stop at their floor, straightening themselves, watching as the elevator doors open, revealing its empty insides.
