A kiss fell upon a pearly white shoulder, while a feminine hand snaked around a lithe torso. “Haven’t you forgotten about her yet? Don’t you realize I adore you?”
Silence from the other party permeated the room. An uncomfortable edge poisoned the otherwise pleasant ambiance. The trailing kisses stopped, and one body flopped, curled and frustrated, upon the pillows. “You haven’t, have you?” She whispered harshly. “No matter how much you deny it!”
“Forgive me.” Murmured the other. Orange light danced off of lanky arms and legs, while only shadows adorned the coiled, scorned woman.
The latter shoved her burning face deeper into the pillow. “Why should I?” She spoke derisively, her words muffled somewhat. “You ruined the evening – I was the one who made those tarts you love, I got the wine, I made the fire and the bed, I started our relationship – and you cannot forget the woman who slew you years ago. One reason!”
“Because you love me, Mary.” Supplied the pale one.
“Well, right now I hate you, Lily.”