THE MAIL

"You are hurting me", she said in a calm voice. She learnt from this few minutes that talking back at him, and talking in a loud tone, won't do well to settle the feud between them.

His gaze left her face and slid down to where his hands held hers, he cursed softly and unclasped his hands from hers.

"The mail", he repeated again, for the second time.

"What mail?", she feigned ignorance, shooting daggers at him with her eyes.

"You should know by now, that your glaring daggers at me doesn't move me a bit, but rather, it does well in turning me on. I would say...