The view was perfect. The switchable smart glass was turned off and there weren't any lights switched on inside, letting only a dim natural light inside the big room. The room had a warm glow and Talia admired the man above her.
His hair carried a nice sheen and the shadows contoured his face perfectly. His eyes, glistening with many emotions wanted to speak a lot. And looking at his thin perfect lips, pressed together as he contemplated his next move, Talia felt like banging her head.
Wasn't he the one who made me cry sometime before? Why am I feeling like jumping on him now?
"Fred," her hands held his cheek and he buried his face in her hands and kissed her palm.
She winced unable to handle the warm sensations that originated from where he kissed her that travelled through out her body.
"You trusted a tabloid and thought I were cheating on you," she knew she needed to talk about it now. Otherwise she knew it would cause bigger troubles in the future.
