I wrap my robe over my nightie and slowly unlock my bedroom door - he hadn't even knocked last night, I had stayed awake waiting for Adonis to come home. I was scared as to what he might do especially after his revelation last night that he had a hard time controlling himself - he seemed wild last night, as if he'd given into his primal side at just the mention of Tom.
He never came back to bed, I don't know if I'm relieved or upset at that. Relieved that he didn't come back and shout at me some more because it was obvious he had pent up feelings after all our years together - he still felt like I loved Tom; how could I?
And upset because I wanted him to come home and tell me he was sorry, he was just angry and didn't know what he was saying, he didn't mean anything and that he loved me.
