3 days.. 3 months.. 3 years.. an eternity. I couldn't think like that anymore, I had to learn to love my wife. As much as it hurts, I will learn. I get up and pull on my jeans and the black top that he thought i looked good in.
Amira and my family had gone out to the Vic, i told them that i wasn't well and that i wanted to stay behind and rest. So i did, i stayed behind not cause i was ill but to think over times with my lover and best friend. Time passed and thoughts flowed when all of a sudden the doorbell rings. I sighed thinking they came back earlier than expected and went to open the door.
Once i opened the door a bruised Christian stood before me, tears streaming down his face. I was worried but i tried to sound brave, for his sake. For our sake. I ushered him in, taking him by the arm as i realised he was finding it difficult to walk, a slight limp in his step.
"Christian, what happened to you? Shhh, everything's gonna be alright.. i'm here for you" He started talking and telling me of what happened, someone had seen us together and beaten Christian up.
I heated up some water and got out some cotton wool & cream and dabbed ever so carefully at his injuries. His left eye was the worst so i took extra care dabbing it, but the love of my life stopped me halfway to his eye. He took the dripping cotton wool from me and chucked it in the bowl before us.
He Pulled me close to him, but i stopped him "what if they come back? and, I don't want to hurt you..." he raised a finger and put it to my mouth, "shh" he whispered, "you could never hurt me..." I made sure I was extra gentle with him, planting sweet butterfly kisses around his face, and body, i knew right then that i was infatuated with him. He pulled me onto Mine and Amiras bed. Meeting my mouth and not once breaking our passionate heartfelt and needy kiss. I realised something and stopped in my tracks. This bed... was tainted with Amira, i couldn't make love to him there, where she used to lie, night after night thinking that i was happy with her.
"whats wrong baby?" Christians breathed into my mouth. Then he realised. "oh. Right, well we better move someplace else" he playfully tickled my chin. I let out a childish giggle and enticed him once again in a kiss so tender i never wanted to break from it.
I backed him against the wall and ripped off his shirt, carefully avoiding his bruises. I kissed him while my hands worked their magic on his belt, I flung it on the floor and groped him where he really wanted it, he moaned and screamed my name "fuck,sy...god, you are so good". Then he nibbled at and spoke into my ear "you look fuckin' sexy in that shirt but you'd look even better out of it" I laughed. He ripped off my shirt with any strength he had left and i let him, he kissed my torso and worked his way back up, flicking his smooth tounge over my nipples making them hard. I cried out in pleasure.
Then I turned to find Amira staring at me in complete and utter disbelief.