Tiffany
The kiss deepens, and Larry circles my neck with one large palm, angling my neck upward so he can claim my lips with his mouth. His kiss is dominant, like he owns me, and even though I want to fight this assumption, I don't because I love every bit of it. Larry is an expert kisser; that much is certain, and I want this kiss to last, want to feel it…
But Larry breaks away and pulls back, giving us so much distance I start to feel cold.
"What?" I mouth breathlessly. "Why'd you stop?"
Larry gives me an apologetic look and gazes past my shoulders into the now darkened sky. It's night now, and it seems to worry him. "I thought I saw a familiar face."
"You kissed me because….?"
Larry rakes a hand through his hair and sighs. "Look, we might not be in this marriage for anything other than the contract and my son, but no one else has to know that. Outside, we have to pretend to be in a loving relationship. Don't you think so too?"
"Fuck you!" I blurt out without thinking, hearing the strain in my voice. "You should have added it to the contract then."