His hand absently stroked my hair, his chest rose and fell rhythmically under my cheek, my arm was draped across his stomach. “Never mind. Xxnx Maybe those would tell me what he liked. I love you.”
“…I… “Ready for bed, sweetheart?”
I shook my head, grabbed on tighter, and put on my most childish voice. A lot had happened while he was away, I’d had a few experiences that turned me from just another horny girl into a more experienced and sex starved one. But sometimes, you just can’t have what you want. His hands on me, running along my shoulders, my sides, my back, my chest. I love you, baby. I never meant to make you cry. There was one new message from Simon, unread and unsecured, still sitting in his inbox.




















