“Why didn’t you go into work or answer you phone?” I whipped around at Greg’s question.
“Why did you just leave on Sunday morning?” It was Greg’s turn to look sheepish. He looked down and placed a hand on the back of his neck and rubbed it, like it was going to help him think better.
“Truth?” He looked me in the eyes now.
“Yeah.” My voice was soft because, for some reason, I knew the words that were about to come out of his mouth were going to rock my world on this Wednesday morning.
“Because I knew if I stayed and saw you lying there in my arms when I woke up in the morning, I would want to marry you all over again.” To say tears started to form in my eyes again would be an understatement. Tears poured out of me like a waterfall and I collapsed onto the kitchen floor.
All I could feel were the fuck ups. We kept messing everything up and it didn’t seem to matter how much we loved each other because each time one of us did something stupid, the other took drastic measures.
Greg gathered me in his arms and took me back to bed and spooned me so that my back was flush to his front. I tried not to wiggle around as I continued to cry, even when I felt his cock growing behind me. He placed kisses on my neck and took my hair out of its bun and then replaced it into a ponytail. His warm hands traced down my body and the tears finally subsided.
His hand reached my thigh where he had bitten at me on Saturday and the moan that escaped me would have made me blush if I hadn’t been already so flushed and turned on.
“I told you this wouldn’t be fixed with sex, but it didn’t mean I didn’t want to fuck you out there on that couch like I’m wanting to do now.” Greg’s whispers in my ears drowned out everything that we had just said. Granted it wasn’t everything we needed to talk about, but the conversation had done what it needed to. We were on the same page before going into our session with Tessa tonight. And now I knew for a fact that I needed to ask for our next homework assignment, rather than wait for her to give us one. Because the only way I would know for sure if this was going to work was if Greg and I did wake up every morning together, well, at least for a few days.
