I’m still kissing her as we make our way to the bedroom. Her hands are all over my body, searching for any contact she can make with my skin, which is proving to be difficult what with the clothing I still seem to be wearing. We land on the bed with a soft thud, my body fitting perfectly between her legs. She pulls me even closer, moaning loudly as my thigh makes contact with her heating core. She flips us over so that she’s straddling my waist, grinding her hips into me, hoping to alleviate some of the tension our activity has caused. My hands are at the hem of her shirt, pulling it off of her body. She leans down crashing our lips together deepening the kiss immediately.

I stare at the broken lamp for a few minutes before deciding to go after her. I grab a shirt out of the dresser and quickly put it on. I grab my keys and make my way out of the door. When I get down to my car I see her sitting in hers, making no move to back out of the driveway. I walk up to the passenger door and find that its unlocked. Taking a seat inside the car, I shut the door. She doesn’t say anything, she doesn’t even look at me.

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop. I’m so sick of hearing you apologize to me.” Her voice is shaky and her eyes are filled with tears begging to fall. I don’t say anything. All I have right now are apologies and she doesn’t want them. I stare out of the windshield. It’s my only safe escape right now. I just want to reach out and hold her, but I think at this point it’d be crossing some kind of line. “I’m so sick of fighting with you.”

“Then don’t… just talk to me.” I turn to face her, taking in the look of defeat plastered across her face.

“Why? It’s not like it’ll make a bit of difference.” And there’s that little hint of anger making its presence known.

“That’s not fair.”

“No, not fair is always coming in second to everything else.”

I grab hold of her, turning her to face me, hoping she knows how absurd that statement was. “That’s not true.”

“Yes it is Ashley. Something always comes up that’s more important to you than I am.”

“How can you say that?”

“How could you forget our anniversary?” And the tears fall. They make their descent down her face because she can’t hold them in any longer. She can’t pretend that she’s angry when a look of hurt is taking over her features.

My hand is drawing lazy circles on her inner thigh, so close to where I know she wants me to be. Our clothes form piles on the ground, leaving us only one barrier separating her from my completely bare self. As my fingers wrap themselves around the waistband of her underwear removing that last garment, my lips slide slowly and deliberately from her neck to her chest. Her hands move to the back of my neck, bringing my lips back up to meet hers. She kisses me languidly, dragging her hand up and down my back, causing my entire body to shiver just slightly.