My Reward; His Punishment

THE KISS

"Cheating?" I snicker. "No, no, no. The word is betrayal because it arises out of deal but cheating? It arises out of love and love? Love arises out of feelings and feelings?" I snort and laugh all of a sudden but then end up crying even harder.

"Jane!" He shouts and bends down to meet my eyes. "You don't know what you're talking about. Look, I don't want to talk to you about this stuff right now. We'll look at this matter in the morning, okay?"

"I know I am not your wife Adam. I don't have any right to disagree you. Cheating is complimentary to love. Though we don't have love, but I do have feelings. I do get...restless." I tell him, clearing my throat but the teares don't stop. I don't want to say that I am jealous because that won't be a right thing but all he could do is stare me cluelessly.

"I hate it when you talk to her and laugh with her because you never do it with me. I hate it when she touches you or dresses up for you. And the way she gets desparate when you're with me. I hate it when you brought me to the party and yet didn't bother about me. Why can't you see all this? I hate you because you hate me." I shout crying. "I hate you Adam Foster!"

He stares into my eyes for a minute that seems to me like a century, as if trying to read me. He can't ever understand the feelings I possess for him. They are so strong and indispensable.

"I don't hate you." He speaks up softly after a minute, making me stunned. I look up at him before he brings his face close to mine and cups my cheeks with his long fingers, filling them with current.

"Why do you feel so?" He whispers, wiping off the tears from my face one by one. As I said before, his touch is miraculous.

I am numbbed by his very action, I can't feel anything; the wind, the heart beats, the shivers, nothing and even if I do, I can't describe the intensity of the moment we're sharing. I'm drunk but not with my thoughts.

"Because you do..." I begin but he immediately brings his face closer to mine, brushing his hot breath, full of whiskey with my hot and red cheeks. I feel warm the moment his forehead touches mine, and we both stand still with our eyes closed but my sobs continue to produce and his deep breaths too.

I love this man, a lot. I love him.

"I don't hate you, Jane..." He repeats and slowly touch his lips to mine, out of the blue.