You want me
"Are you still mad?" Aiden asked leaning in to kiss her neck but didn't receive a response.
After what he had done she stormed inside their bedroom and stripped the dress in front of him, tossing it onto his face and then walking into the shower.
When she came back her skin was ice cold, surely he had taken a cold shower and he was more than happy to enjoy the frustration in her face.
But now she wouldn't even look at him, and it was making him worried.
What if she settles for ignoring him the whole day? What if she continued this for the next week?
"I'm sorry. But it's only fair….." He laid down on the bed next to her. Her typing on her computer didn't stop.
"Do you want me to make it up to you?" He asked.
Ah, she finally faced him.
The offer seemed to pique up her interest. Her eyes were already asking him, 'How will you make it up to me?'
"You really want me to don't you?" He smirked.
She laughed sarcastically.