“I want your forgiveness and another chance.” His voice is gentle.
I was certain Daniel wouldneverget on his knees, but here he is before me.
“I’m sorry, Anu, for the pain I caused you.”
“Teni was the architect of the hurt,” I say, breaking from the ice sculpture I’d become. “But you…” I try to pull from his hold, but he won’t let go. “You…” I choke on the word as my heart tightens and I force back the tears that are threatening to fall. “…inflicted the worst pain possible when you didn’t believe me and broke my heart,” I say, fighting the tears and the hurt trying to charge through me again.
“I know, and I’m profoundly sorry,” he says.
“Can you just get up?” I say, wiping the traitorous tear that fell.
“Not until you tell me I’m forgiven.”
I eye him for a second.
“Where did you go after you left that morning?” I ask instead; my inner bad angel likes him on his knees. She wants to make a shit load of demand.
“I came here angry. Broke a few things, screamed at no one. Drank lots of alcohol then called Zack to come and get me back to you.”
“Why did you go back to our apartment?” I ask. She’s now pushing me.
“I missed you, and I told myself that I’d forgiven you and we would talk it out. I slept on the sofa, waiting for you to come home.”
What?! He loves his fancy bed.
“You slept on the sofa? You hate that sofa.” I stare at him in disbelief, and can’t seem to picture him sleeping on the sofa.
“I was too wasted to notice any difference.”
A soft crackle escapes me despite my anger.
“Get up, Daniel.” My good angel is back in charge.
“Am I forgiven?”
I want to saymaybebut I know him. He won’t let it go.
“Yes.” He’s on his feet so fast and has me wrapped up in his arms. “I missed you, and I’m sorry, Princess,” he whispers in my ears.
My body softens against him as I wrap my arms around him.
“I missed you too,” I utter.
I want to remain angry at him; however, I love him too. It truly is a downfall that I must accept when it comes to him. Though, for now, I remain guarded because, if ever there’s one thing to be said about Daniel, he can be relentless when he wants something. I know for a fact he has studied my body like a scripture, and he knows how to worship at the altar of my pussy, and each time he comes to worship, I reward him my orgasm and no restraints.
Whatever the reality or fantasy is: I’m the worshipper, not him. Now I need to take a step back and think about where we truly stand.
We stand, holding each other, not speaking because, in that silence, we know Teni was the earthquake that shook the core of our love, and we both know what we almost lost and the gravity isn’t lost on us. Tension leaves my body. I force back the tears as he holds me tighter.
“I’ll never walk out like that again, I promise.” I nod with my head on his chest. “Are you okay?” he asks.
“Just tired. I need to go to bed,” I say, sniffing. He pulls from the hug but doesn’t let go of my hand as he heads to his room.
Inside the room, he lets go of my hand and goes to his closet and returns with a shirt for me.
Without words, I remove my T-shirt, shorts and bra and put his shirt on, loving the feel of it on my skin again. He pulls the sheet, and I get in bed. He comes to kiss my forehead and turns to leave. I want him to hold me.
“Are you coming back?”
