Part 7

When we came home, the first thing I did after putting down my jacket and Celine bag was pull Santa into my arms. I hugged him tightly, like I would never let him go. Even though we had been together all weekend, I still missed him. There was some kind of gap between us, I didn't understand it, but I hated it.

"How are you? How are you feeling? Does it still hurt?" I asked, looking at his swollen hand.

He avoided my eyes and tried to answer.

"Don't you dare say you're fine. Don't fucking lie to me... not this time, not when we're alone," I demanded.

He glared at me, angry, because I had hit the spot he was trying to hide.

"You have to look out for yourself. On Monday, you have the Tops of Beauty event, and on Thursday we have the SelectNestea event  and in between, there are other projects," I reminded him.

"Tata, tell me if it's too much. We could call Mae Add and cancel..."

"Then stop acting like I'm a porcelain doll! Like you're going to break me! Perth, you haven't touched me for three days!" he almost shouted, his eyes angry but full of need.

"Tata," I whispered, angry at myself because he was right.

"Touch me, make love with me. You know only your touch makes me forget the world around me" he begged.