I was at Steve's. The whole place was covered in flowers and Steve stood in front of me, holding a small box in one hand and his other over his heart. "It'll never happen again."
He held out the box.
I opened it.
It was a diamond stud earring.
"I hope you like it."
"It's very nice."
We stood there, staring at each other for a few moments.
"Aren't you going to give me a hug?" he said. "I'd really like that."
He took me in his arms.
"I'm sorry," he said, kissing my face. "I'm so sorry."
He kissed me on the lips. At first I didn't kiss back, not wanting to give in.
"It's okay," he whispered in my ear. "Everything will be back to normal. I promise. I don't know what came over me. I guess I'm a jealous guy. The thought of someone else holding you, kissing you, making love to you. I just went crazy. You know the looks other guys give you when they check out your body. They want you. Everywhere we go it's the same. I lost control. Can you blame me? When you're with perfection, you want to keep it all to yourself. I need you. You're like a drug to me. I'm addicted to you. Each day I need a bigger fix of you because I love you."
He kissed me again.
And I kissed him back.
