If We Love Again

Special Chapter: Fantasies

I CAN NEVER get enough of my wife and even though I've marked her as entirely mine, I still can't keep my hands off her.

        I long for her all the time, even when she's near me. I always miss her even though we have the same workplace or only few centimeters or inches apart.

        I've taken a day off today to go shopping with her. I don't like to do all this boring shit, but if it's with her, I don't mind being bored.

        I could stand boredom as long as I'm with her.

        She ambles toward the men's department store. I notice a group of teenage boys turning their heads to look at her. Lianne has always been a head-turner. What can you expect? She's so beautiful that you'd take time to look at her and it won't matter if it hurts your neck. She's not even aware that she's been gawked at. And that's one of the reasons why I'm so possessive of her.

        The teenagers continue to ogle her. I clench my fists to my side and remind myself that these dimwits are teenagers and harmless.

        "Earl!" she calls out, "Do you prefer the cardigan or suit?" She holds up a blue cardigan on her right hand and a set of suit on the other hand.

        I don't really mind having both. "I'll take both," I reply.

        "Try it on!" she enthuses, grabbing my arm. I follow her as she drags me to the fitting room. "I'll wait for you here."

        I step inside and take off my shirt, slipping on the cardigan she handed me. When I'm done, I step outside and show it to her. "How does it look?"

        She scrutinizes me from head to toe. She hums, contemplating on what to say. "Try to button up," she says, leaning closer as she works on buttoning the cardigan.

        She's so beautiful up-close. I grasp her hand and she looks at me questioningly. "What's wrong?" she inquires, blinking. "Did you—"

        The words die down on her mouth as I cover her lips with mine, enclosing her waist with my arms. I lift her up and push her inside the fitting room. It's enough to fit two people inside.

        She pushes gently away from me as she gasps for air, surprise evident on her expression. "Not here, Earl," she pleads.

        "5 minutes..."

        She tries to stand on her ground, hesitating, but in the end, she concedes, "Fine."

        She slings her arms around my nape as our lips crashed. She opens her mouth readily as my tongue seeks for entrance. I don't know how long we've made out, but I'm sure we've exceeded the 5-minute agreement.

        We're both interrupted when we hear someone gasp. Startled, she pulls away from me. Redness painted her cheek as she stares at the woman in mortification. "I'm sorry... we... uh..." she trails off.

        "She was helping me button my cardigan," I say coolly.

        The woman remains speechless as she gapes at the two of us. After recovering from the shock, she sprints away from us.

        Lianne shoots me an accusing look. "You scared her!"

        "I didn't do anything." I shrug nonchalantly.

        "What if we get caught by their CCTV?" she wonders frantically.

        "Good for them," I deadpan, "They get to watch free porn."

        She blushes and glowers at me. "Be serious for once!" she exclaims, smacking my arm lightly.

        "I'm serious."

        "God! We should practice abstinence!"

        "I can't do that," I tell her straightforwardly, "You're too sexy and irresistible." I wink.

        Her face becomes redder than it already is. "Stop complimenting me! You're not helping!"

        "It's the truth," I retort. "Even when you're afar, I get a hard-on just by thinking about you. When you blush furiously, I get turned on. When you sometimes cuss, my libido rises. And during those times you ask me what I want to do, all my answers were lies, the truth was, I wanted to do you."

        Her eyes widen and the blush on her face reaches her ears. Christ! You're turning me on. She remains speechless as she gapes at me.

        "Don't open your mouth like that," I scold, "It makes my fantasies run wild."

        She closes her mouth and looks away, still blushing. I thought she's going to get mad at me for talking dirty, but what she said next surprises me. "Tonight, tell me about your fantasies and I might help you make them come true."