Later I had asked her, "Asia, are you mad at me?" Of course she was mad at me! And yet I yielded to her all the same, melting against her breast the very moment the kiss of forgiveness arrived. Every kiss is like the first. Always new. And always bearing it's own kinetic shock of electricity that spins through me from limb to limb like heated firebrands.
Yes.. she is still mad at me for having once stolen something from her. And yes.. I believe she will find ways for me to keep earning her good graces.
I have missed her.