Will you marry me?

His hand snakes under the hem of my shirt and finds its way underneath. He rubs circles into the skin of my stomach, causing me to squirm. He trails his hand further up my thigh, pressing me against the edge of the chair.

I moan and bite down on his lower lip. He moans into my mouth and his thumb brushes across the side of my breast. I arch my back as another shiver runs through me. He pulls away suddenly and turns off the stove.

I watch him suspiciously as he goes back to the table, grabs a glass, pours himself some water, downs it in one go, and then pours me a drink.

He walks over to the couch and sits down opposite me, taking another sip of water. I reach over and pour myself another glass, then pass it to him.

"Thank you," I mumble softly. He gives me a sideways glance, and we both dissolve into silence. The tension is palpable. It hangs between us like thick fog and neither of us dare to break it.

Suddenly, he stands up and holds his hand out towards me. I hesitate before ta