Sick

Storm carried me home, made sweet slow love to me, with his eyes locked with mine. It wasn't hurried, it was a lovemaking that spoke to the soul and made me feel how much he adores me.

His blue eyes were filled with so much love, it made me realize just how much my boyfriend loves me.

"How is my love?" He leaned down and pecked me on my nose, smiling down at me with warm eyes.

"Not fine," I pouted, trying to act like a spoiled baby, to my loving boyfriend, who lets me get away with so many things.

"Why?"

"You don't love me much," I bit my bottom lip, staring into his eyes, daring him to assert that he loves me 100% when it's not possible.