22: Yvette

"I change my mind," he mutters slowly when I'm standing in front of him.

He still has this serious facial expression but instead of just staring at me like he's been for the past few minutes, he runs his fingers on my face.

"Change your mind about what?" I ask, still don't understand what is happening. He rarely comes home like this unless we are in a fight or something.

Though we hardly fight, because we love each other too much; those fights are nothing if it meant we are not seeing each other anymore.

"About my meeting. I want you now."

"Now?" Huh? "Now ‘now’ ?"

"Now NOW." He replies as he hooks his hand on my body then carries me towards the bedroom.

"But I have flour on my clothes!" I shout as I laugh.

"We'll get rid of them anyway," he says in a low tone then throws me on the bed that I bounce twice.

"Oh wow? Who's this?" He rarely throws me on the bed unless we spice things up with role play.

He doesn't answer but kneels in between my legs after ripping my shirt that a