Yours, Always

“I’ve no idea!” He was too stunned at this unexpected onslaught to recall.

“Too many to count?” She sneered perceptively.

Not in the way you mean. He floundered.

“I was swimming, not loving.”

“Is there a difference?” She demanded, seething.

Of course, there is!

“Yes! I don’t swim with you!”

Wrong thing to say. He guessed from the livid expression on her face.

“I am well-aware of that!” She raged.

I’m losing whatever this is. He realized. Badly.

“Can we just…Calm down?” He put his hands out in a staying gesture but found it hurt since her hands were still embedded in the muscles near his shoulders.

“No!” She said firmly. Forcefully shoving him back.

His hips caught on the edge of her bed, and he tipped back until falling roughly. Gasping in surprise. When did I get here? How’d she…

“Elsabet…I’ll ask