Red Riding Jack
I added in an attempt to lighten up the conversation.
His hands moved to mine, and in a flash, he had me pinned to the wall once again, his left hand pinning both of mine above my head and his head placed in the crook of my neck.
"I'm sorry," his voice was muffled as he kissed the sensitive spot.
"Which one?" I asked, and he raised his head, his eyes meeting mine with understanding in them. "For leaving you half-fucked."
"What are you going to do about it, Jack?" I whispered, my breath coming in short bursts.