When I came back into the living room again he was standing by the window and slowly turned to look at me. I was eyeing the hall where my coat was, wondering if I should just take my leave. As I opened my mouth to speak, he shook his head and came towards me, not stopping until his chest touched my chin.
I refused to look up at him, so before long I felt his hand snail itself up my back, wrap my hair around it before he pulled my head back so I had to meet his eyes. He leaned down just far enough to plant a soft kiss onto my lips, only for a moment before guiding me in the direction of the open bedroom door.
He didn’t stop until the back of my legs hit the bed.