You told your fiancé you wouldn't get intimate with him. Simply on an agreement to keep it safe till marriage. One late evening, you're in the kitchen ,wearing on of his blouse with shorts under, when he came up behind you. He rested his chin on your shoulder and his arm surrounding you as they laid on the counter beside you.

"Baby.. please,"

He whispered in your ear,

"My love..my sweet sweet love..This is torture..."