John walked through the door in an hour. I was ripe by then, angry but I kept telling myself I should not be. I hated feeling like that, wanted to be the girl who supported her man through everything yet there I was ready to blow a fuse. My face was burning hot I swear, my lips dry, hungry as hell and it not helping that it was burning hot in the office yet getting up to open the windows was something that seemed like a lot of work.
The door closed behind him, my eyes snapping to him as he walked in with his disposable suit. He took it off and threw it in the bin before moving to wash his hands.
“Hi babe, sorry, it’s hectic out there.” He said yet I could not answer back. I was suddenly scared again, raw with emotions, not able to rain them in.
“Please don’t tell me you are
