“I am done!” I pushed him gently, breaking through the unpleasant air that once again shrouded us.

He turned and placed his hands on either side of me on the counter, caging me in and boring his eyes into mine. Afraid he would ask more along the lines of our conversation, I slid off the counter, but he pinned me against it before I could move farther. He slowly peeled off the sheets from around me, and they fell to the floor. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I took off his pants next, and then he pulled me into a slow kiss. I stretched onto my toes to reach him, circling my arms around his neck, and he swept me off my feet. He pulled away, breathing harder, his eyes darkening. One of my hands slid to his chest.