I waited for her to close the door. We were alone now. I felt a slight tightening of my chest as I ran over the script in my head. I knew what had happened two nights back was not a dream, I knew she had already tasted my lips and felt the contours of my nipples as I had drifted gently to a dreamless sleep. I had no memory what happened afterwards. But I didn’t care of that till I could see her admit to it.
– so what did you did u want to talk about that was so urgent?
Her tone didn’t reveal any secret nor guilt. It was a challenge, daring me to confront her with the truth rather than some half hearted speculation. It was an admission of truth that didn’t require validation of a conversation. Her tone rattled me. And I realised that the only reason I wanted her to admit to that night was so that I could kiss her back again. Feel her lips on my throat and my collar bones. See her eyes as she sucked on each of my nipples and know for once that she was mine to please and give pleasure to.