2. 22. Aftermath

And so it ensues...

From that night onwards, it seemed like that bandage had been ripped off.

We were together all the time. Earlier it felt like there was a dark cloud roaming over our heads but ever since that night it was gone. As if forgotten that it ever existed.

The night had brought on sucha a bright morning that we just wanted to stay in that little bubble of ours.

Always texting each other, talking to each other and sometimes even sneaking around places to engage in some hot and heavy sex.

It was like we had have enough of foreplay and we would just run to that chase.

To makeup for all those days we were not together, reaching for that release. Be it against a wall, in her office and practically any surface visible to the eye. Obviously while being discrete of not being discovered.

But in our haste, not even that subtle to not kiss each other goodbye in public. People would stare at us, some even more evidently then they would like to show.

But it seemed neither of us cared