"Victoria, why are you upset? I'm the one who should be angry." Conrad tried to reason. He wasn't angry, but he knew he had a right to be. How could she not know if she wanted to be with him. Their marriage wasn't perfect, but they were good together. Didn't she understand that?
"Why must you always press me about things you know I don't want to discuss?" She snapped.
"If I waited until you wanted to they wouldn't get discussed."
"Is that so terrible? We were having a good time. Why does it always have to turn into long term with you?"
"I don't want you for fun, or a day. I want you long term. That's always been the goal. My desires will never stray from that!" He didn't give her time to answer before he grabbed her, holding her up as her legs wrapped around his hips. He pressed her harder against him, and kissed her passionately. He knew she wanted him from the desperation in her kiss. He just needed to know how much.
Despite how much his body told him not to, he dropped her down on the bed and walked away, casually getting dressed.
"What are you doing?" She panted.
"I'm getting dressed."
"But-" she started. Was he rejecting her?
Conrad moved back towards the bed and kissed the top of her head.
"That was fun, Vic. But I don't want to fully commit to this. I just wanted to enjoy the moment." He said, flashing a grin.
She glared at him. Damn, he was good. Point taken, she thought to herself.
With a sigh she got up and returned to getting dressed although her body was desperate for more. She knew she couldn't win both battles. If she gave in to her body, she'd have to accept the idea that they should be together. Was she ready for that? Was he? And if she denied a reunion she knew that her chances of sex were gone. She really didn't know which was worse.
He is good, she thought again as she finished getting dressed.