Kay.

It's been 6 hours and no sign of Carlos. I'm in my bed trying to sleep, but it's evident I have become too dependent on him.

Lately, I often look forward to bedtime. I'm not being naughty, but sleeping in his arms, damn.

They are so big, and whenever they hold me, I don't have to think or worry about anything whatsoever.

The warmth of his body lulls me to sleep, and boy, does he smell so fine.

I miss him. I think at this moment I am way far gone.

That is really a bad thing, though, ...