It was one of those nights where after a disagreement that wasn’t resolved she had gone off to bed, slammed the door and told me to go and sleep elsewhere.
I was hurt one because I had disappointed her and secondly because we had argued.
It had been over a trivial issue one of those she took umbrage at and told me she felt insulted by her behaviour. There had followed a ‘discussion’ in which I tried to argue my justification and her recounting how hurt my comment had left her.
Sometimes I told myself it was best to let things go and hope that in the morning, we could once again connect and sort each other out. Remorse, I had expressed, and she knew I was sorry for what I had done.
Around midnight and still awake, I went to look in on her.
Her body was spread across the bed, her breathing steady, and I looked at her naked form on the bed.
I was overcome with desire when I saw her there, the lines of her body reminding me I had long loved her and I was lost within her. Not just her beautiful body but her whole person.