Forty One

Michael snorted and gently stroked her pink lips with his finger, “Why are you still glaring at me?” He leaned forward and bit her bottom lips, an involuntary squeal left Hannah’s lips. Before himself against her. Hannah whispered as he forcefully kissed her. The stubble on his chin scratched her face, Michael gripped her skirt to her waist.

”Michael,” Hannah screamed, Michael jerked up in shock when he heard Hannah’s voice, and she waved her hand against his face. Leaving three scratch marks on his skin. Michael rubbed his stinging forehead and let go of her. She retreated to the head of the bed and dropped her body with a quilt, revealing nothing but her angry eyes.

Michael cleared his throat and leaned against the bed. “I just…” Hannah pointed at the door and growled, “Shut up! I don’t want to see you! Get out now!” Seeing that what he did had only ignited her anger, Michael didn’t dare to provoke her anymore. He took a deep breath and left, closing the door behind him.