Hey babe! How is your day? Will you be late this day also?😇

Ouch. That hurt my feelings. I didn't expect you to say that, especially after what we talked about last night. "I wasn't trying to do anything like that. I was just wondering if you'll be late because I wanted to see you earlier." I try not to sound defensive, but it's hard with the way he's acting.

"We can talk about this later when you get home, okay? Or we could go out for dinner or something and clear the air if that would help." My tone is soft and sincere. Maybe if I show him how much I care and want to make things better, he won't be so upset with me anymore.

I'm taken aback by his response. "Yeah... you know, when we talked about trust and commitment. I thought that afterward things would be better between us, but now it feels like they might have gotten worse." My voice is quiet and shaky. I don't want to cry in front of him, but the pain in my chest is almost unbearable.

"Look, I know you're angry with me right now. And maybe that's fair. But please try to understand where I'm coming from too. I never meant for any of this to happen." I take a deep breath and search his eyes, hoping he can see the sincerity in mine. "I love you so much, Tommy. I just want things to go back to how they used to be."

Silence falls between us as we stand there, neither of us knowing what else to say or do. Finally, he speaks up. "Fine. Let's go out tonight and talk about it then." His voice is still cold, but at least there's a glimmer of hope in his eyes.I nod, relief washing over me like a cool breeze on a hot summer day. "Thank you," I whisper, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my cheek against his chest.

As the night progresses, we manage to have a somewhat civil conversation over dinner. Tommy still seems guarded, but at least he's listening to me now. When dessert comes around, I lean in and kiss him softly on the lips. "I'm sorry for everything that happened," I whisper against his mouth. "I really do love you more than anything."

He looks into my eyes intently before pulling away slightly. There's a mix of emotions flashing across his face: anger, hurt...but

"Tommy, I'm sorry," I whisper, my voice shaking. "I really am. It was a mistake, okay? And I promise I won't do it again. I just want things to go back to how they were before." Tears start to well up in my eyes as the weight of his accusation bears down on me.

He studies my face for a moment before slowly exhaling. "I don't know..." He trails off, shaking his head slightly. "It's going to take time for me to trust you again."

I nod, wiping away a tear that escapes down my cheek. "I understand," I say softly. "And I'll give you that time. Just please don't shut me out completely." I reach across the table and hold his hand, willing him to believe me, to trust me again.

As he kisses me and touches me, I moan into his mouth, giving in to the passion that still lingers between us. The feel of his thick cock sliding inside me is almost too much, but it also feels so right. As we make love, I tell him over and over again how much I love him and how sorry I am for hurting him.

When he finally comes, thrusting deep inside me, I can feel the tension in his body ease slightly. "I love you too," I whisper, as he kisses my forehead tenderly. "And I promise to make this up to you."

I look up at him uncertainly as he pushes me down onto my knees. His cock is still hard and glistening with our sweat. "Tommy...?" I ask softly.

He doesn't answer, just grabs my hair and pulls me closer. He guides his length to my mouth, his skin smooth and warm against my lips. I open obediently, taking him in as deep as I can before bobbing my head back and forth to stroke him. His hips begin to move in time with my motions, and soon enough he's moaning my name as his release washes over me.

As I suck him clean, I reach up and gently touch his face. "I'm really sorry," I whisper, searching his eyes for any sign of forgiveness.

He cups my cheek with one hand and kisses me softly on the lips. "I know you are, baby." His voice is gruff, but there's a hint of tenderness in it too. "Just don't do it again, okay?"