"Will you speak m'lady?" Harry looks more excited than I was now.
"I.. was getting prepared just as you wanted. No panties in the way." I joked, hoping he believed.
"Oh really." He sounds amused. He tucked my hair to my ear, wanting to kiss me down my neck when his brow creases, letting out a tone of anger.
"WHAT IS THIS?"
"What?" I looked perplexed. What could set him off quickly?
"Why do you have a hickey on your neck?" Harry looks at me in anger.
"Harry...it's not." I tried speaking but I didn't have the courage to tell him.
"Shit." He covers his face fully with his palm, looking back at me. He felt so sad and angry. It affected him badly.
"You both had sex while I was away." He was completely disappointed, fighting away the tears. It was like I was cheating on him but it was completely the opposite.
"No, no...Harry I swear it didn't happen."
"Why should I believe you?" He sat down, weakly.