PG Warning: ****The Kitchen is Hot****
I went to bed pissed! He hung up because I wouldn't take my clothes off for him? What a child? I tossed and turned, my fingers itching to call him back.
I smiled in the dark alone on his bed, there was once a time I would run the other direction at the mention of his name. There was a time that he pissed me off at every given opportunity and now, I can't seem to spend a minute without thinking about him.
At some point, I slept off but I woke up to kisses on my face. Instinctively, I lashed out with my hands, shrieking, my hands hitting someone's face.
"Ow! Sweetie, it's me," I reached for the bedside lamp and found Richard sitting by the bed, shielding himself with his hands stretched out in front of him.
"Richard?" I held my chest, relieved that I wasn't under attack. "what are you doing sneaking around in the middle of the night?"
"Actually, my surprise didn't go as planned," he smiled rubbing his cheek.
