Pt. 2
Her smile is taunting as she meets his gaze with guilty eyes and pouty lips. He dreads meeting those eyes, once he does he knows it's inevitable that he's going to sacrifice obtaining the truth in exchange for the taste of her peach stained lips one last time. As he starts to think about how this makes him feel that he still doesn't have the courage to deny his carnal temptations she interrupts with a question.
"Where did you go?", she asked. He hesitated, slowly looking her in the eye before replying, "I needed to take a walk and find myself in silence". He knew he was a simply a pawn in her game of manipulation, and she knew many of her transgressions against him were unveiled but they both needed each other for one last task. "Do you want a beer? They're so cold you'll need gloves to hold it." she offered with a southern drawl. "Why do I need a beer when your frigid heart already gives me frostbite?", he said knowing that the future retaliation may be far worse than any sly comeback he could generate.
...In a moment of desolation without thought he asked, "let's save the petty insults for another play date. Where are you keeping my wife?"
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