I inhaled deeply as the cursor blinked expectantly. My eyes turned to slits. A smooth, tanned hand came to rest on my shoulder.
"If you can't do it, then don't." the calmness of Dom's voice caused my muscles to relax.
"I must." I replied bitterly.
My eyes rose from the computer to the sickly green floral wallpaper of our apartment. The dull grey light from the window pierced the corner of my eye.
"You're only twenty nine, I don't see why you should have to resign. You're doing so well." I could feel his vibrant grey eyes staring at the back of my head.
"I… I, um," I began to stutter, "But, I, thought you were all for me resigning." The question struggled to push through.
"I was," Dom said bluntly.
"What changed?" My inquisition was obvious.
"Well…"
Two weeks earlier.
I fixed my hair in the mirror, the soft light from the window causing it to shimmer slightly. Matthew always had a thing for blondes. The mirror reflected a person with whom I was fairly content. Tall, slender, grey eyes. Matthew's call from the dining room broke my concentration.
"Dom! Do we have any tea left?"
"Yeah, check the top cupboard." I yelled back.
The cupboard slammed.
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" he yelled, Matthew's frustration obvious.
More obscenities travelled from the kitchen into the bathroom. My sock clad feet carried me into the kitchen to investigate. Matthew always had a thing for men in socks, and women too. Matthew had a thing for me in socks.
Matthew stood at the sink, shoulder muscles tensed while his hands pushed into the bench top. His hair black and spiky, adding a few extra centimetres to his height. He was only 5' 7" and was extremely thin and fragile looking. His eyes were a piercing blue that could electrocute you with a glance. His skin pale and creamy.
Matthew wasn't considered 'attractive' at first glance, but when you looked a second time, you noticed his accentuated cheek bones and how beautiful he actually was. To top it off, he was extremely intelligent. This made him an outstanding detective; in fact, he was promoted to Detective Inspector by the age of twenty seven. Quite an achievement, if I say so myself. Though, this promotion did come with its negative points. Matthew was at a constant level of stress, making him often unbearable and placing fifteen stone of strain on our relationship.
My arms wound around his waist whilst I nuzzled his neck. I began to lightly peck the smooth skin there. "We can get some tea on the way to work," I mumbled into his neck.
"That would be lovely." Matthew's voice came, calming slightly.
I turned Matthew to face me, cupping his cheeks in my hand. I placed a slow open-mouthed kiss to his lips. Matthew moaned lightly, his arms winding around my back. I continued to kiss along his jawline, Matthew's breathing becoming choppy. I moved back to his lips, the kisses speeding up. I grabbed Matthew's thighs, pushing him onto the bench. The only sound in the silent room was our snogging and panting. Matthew laced his fingers in my soft gold hair.
His eyes glanced to his glossy silver watch.
"Mmm, Dom." Matthew said, sounding rather alarmed.
" Yes, Matthew." My voice was husky, as I continued to kiss down his neck.
"While I would love to take you up on this offer. We're going to be late for work."
My head dropped towards the floor, a loud sigh escaping my nose.
"I'm sorry." Matthew breathed into my ear.
"It's okay. We will finish this, later." I smiled sadly at him. "Let's go and get that tea, shall we?"
Matthew giggled at my unintentional rhyme. He slid off the cream coloured bench and headed towards the front door. His warm arm stayed slung around my back.