I heard his chair dragging on the floor as he pushed it back. His footsteps slowly began to approach me.
My heart kicked in my chest, and my anticipation grew bigger. A warm feeling that my torment, at last, approaches to its end overwhelmed me. And a hope raised inside me that he would forgive me and we would be again as before all these happened.
My body was longing for him every single day. I suffered away from him, away from his caresses and his endless, flaming kisses full of passion and desire.
He walked until I felt him breathing behind me. His presence became conspicuous around me, and I felt my whole body burning.
"Turn around," he ordered me, and his voice was a whisper caressing my ears.
I obeyed and turned slowly to face him. Our bodies were a breath away from each other, and that made my breath catch.
