Ellie

“Thank you… you don’t have to do that,” I mumbled, trying to mask the pain and the exhaustion from my voice. Our last meeting had left a sour taste in my mouth and I felt a little ashamed that I’d slapped him. He had no right to kiss me when his wife had probably been upstairs waiting for him. I kind of lost control then, acted impulsively. His short but intense kiss was his weapon. It had pulled me back to my apartment and our night together.

Mack picked up all my shopping bags without saying anything. He looked awesome in a black coat and a red scarf around...