GFE: Make Up
You’ve been waiting for hours, heart racing, anger bubbling. You and your girlfriend, Naomi Ryder, had a heated argument few hours ago, after which she just stormed out of the apartment. When Naomi walks in, wearing that black dress you love, you can’t decide if you’re relieved or furious. “You’re still up?” she asks, surprised. She’s calm, like nothing happened, but you’re not letting it go. Before you can speak, she steps in close, her hands resting on your chest. You demand answers, and she cuts you off. She explains she just needed to blow off some steam. Yes, some guys were giving her attention but it was nothing serious. You’re the only one she cares about. She kisses you, slow and warm, pulling you out of your head. “Let me make this better,” she says. The way she looks at you, there’s no doubting her. Tonight, it’s just the two of you.
