For ten long days, work had kept us apart.

I’d booked our favourite restaurant; a chance to talk, reconnect.

We met at her door. No need for talking – her eyes’ shining desire mirrored mine. Our bodies moulded together, tongues dancing a familiar dance, she dragged me inside.

I shoved her against the wall. She explored inside my pants; I explored under her dress. It was clear – having endured ten days, we couldn’t wait another moment. Her legs around my waist, my pants at my knees, I slid into her in one smooth stroke.

Dinner would wait. We’d reconnected.