After two days, he called back and apologised again. It was as if he were having mood swings. One moment, he would be all adorable, and the next, he would just snap at me. I had to choose my words carefully as I had no idea what might trigger him again.
Finally, his two weeks of leave were over, and he came back. He came directly to my house, and the moment I opened the door, he grabbed me and kissed me with all his passion.
"You have no idea how much I missed you," he said and moved his hands under my shirt and over my breasts.
I pushed him away and looked at him.
"I am sorry," he pouted. "Are you still angry? Sorry, Ritz." He hugged me again. Playfully, he grabbed my ass and pressed it.
"Stop it!" I shouted.
"Right! I should take a bath, and then we will continue this in the bedroom," he winked.
