“Alright… Let’s get some food in you now.” She turned me and landed soft, warm, and reassuring kisses onto my lips. I pulled her in for a passionate lip lock just as she was about to leave. 

 

“Mmmmm…” Her deep moan. Warm and mixed breaths between us heightened the sexual energy. Tongues played. Lips nipped and sucked. Eyes glazed and eyelids barely opened.

I reach to tear open her shirt. The first few buttons torn off and set flying. I could care less of that and I continued to kiss her with an intensity that most definitely shocked her.

But like always now, she give into my demand. Sometimes, I wished she would stop me. I couldn’t help myself. I know this pattern. It’s my pattern of using sex and passion as means to hide. I’m sure she notices this or at least suspects of this.

Every time I am forced to think about the future of the little life in me, I run away. It was much the same for my past as well. The more I seem to have recall, the more I run away. It also doesn’t help that most of the memories I’ve acquired again were quite painful to deal with.

I really am starting to wish that I could forget everything and just start a new life with no memories of hurt and sorrow to paint the past. I have enough of those to last me a lifetime.

 

“Baby, let’s eat first…” Tina swallowed her moan- I sensed was both deep and raw with desire- and managed to compose herself to stop my escape. I couldn’t help but to spare a little knowing smile. Thank you…

Thank you for stopping me.

“I made lasagne…”

“Mmmmm… My-”

“Our favourite,” She corrected me as Tina caressed my belly.

 

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“Dinner was amazing. Thank you…” Bette squeezed her fair one.

“I love cooking for you.” She kissed the palm of Bette’s hand in reply. The smell managed to put her trademark smirk on as she inhaled on the fragrant. The smell was distinctively Bette. It was one of those other things that remained as a preference on her Bette’s list these days and no matter how much she tries to deny it, she is grateful for it.