Story 8 - The choice

"You look happy today" I smiled as I walked into the room. 
"I AM happy today" she laughed and gave a peck on my cheeks.  "I met Adrain in the subway. He is doing good - he got funding from an angel investor and is kicking off his start-up next month", she continued, seeing the quizzical expression on my face.
"That is awesome! I am super happy for him!" Her excitement was contagious. 
"Me too. He definitely deserves some good times for all that he has been through" Her face darkened for a split second, before she regained her composure. I chose not to comment and instead focused on tracing her face with my fingers. She had the perfect lips - alluring and sweet and rosy and smooth  - oh, those thin strips of heaven! I would do anything to see her smile. 
"I brought you food from dhaba" I said, knowingly.
"Did you go all the way there for just getting me food?". The smile on her face was worth the 2 hours I spent travelling today. Dhaba food was one of the things she really missed, ever since she married me. *well, one of the things I can do something about*
"Would you like a drink?" She asked, pouring 2 glasses of whiskey as we sat for dinner. 
"You aren't eating", she complained. 
"I am looking forward to dessert more" I gave her a wink.
3 rounds later, I couldn't stop myself from asking what has been bothering me for a long time. 
"Do you regret leaving him?" I was afraid of the answer.
"Why would you even think so?" She was cross.  
"Because, you still love him. I can see it, the way you talk about him." 
Her eyebrows creased. "Perhaps I do. He was the man of my dreams. He is everything a girl could have asked for. He was sweet and sexy and fun and caring. There was just so much character to him. Yes, I still love and care for him" She confessed. 
My heart sank. "I am scared that you will never feel that way about me" 
"Maybe not. But no Man can ever make me feel the way I feel for you" She said burying her face in my bosom. 


Love is good. But sex is even more better. 

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