“I know this situation is only temporary, and it’s not going to last… but I can enjoy the time we have together for what it is. I can’t say I won’t be a little sad when you do go back to him though.”
“Why do you have to go ahead and ruin the moment? Who gave you that permission?” She snuggled closer to him and cupped his face with her hand, gently ruffling his beard. “It almost sounds as if you just quoted from a book.” She gave him a peck on his shoulder and rested her head on his chest.
“I did, as a matter of fact.. doesn’t imply I don’t mean it though..” He pulled her in closer into a one-arm embrace, the bed squeaking a bit from the movement. “I’d give a lot to make this last a while longer.”
“Ugh.. You seriously need to work on your post-coital conversation skills,” she playfully scolded him, “It sucks. You suck.” She giggled. She felt him tense a bit when she said that and almost regretted it.
“Oh? I suck?” In a swift movement he heaved himself upright on the bed and yanked the duvet out of her hand, revealing she was still nude from their prior engagement.
“Oh please please please” she feigned trepidation.
“Your acting sucks, chale” he laughed as he tried to pin her arms down on the bed. “It clearly shows that you want this.”
“You know me too well..” she coyly concurred, “let’s see how well you suck at this.” She pulled him closer towards her.
“Was that a pun and an oxymoronic phrase at the same damn time?!” he looked at her with a devilish grin growing on his face.
“Oh I was taught well.” She winked.
He paused and looked hardly at her face, a bit pensive. “I’m going to miss you when your husband returns from this trip of his..” With that, he buried his face in her bosom.