Cyra

I’m a nervous wreck waiting for Yorick. I have no idea what he needed to do, but he’d made sure that I knew it wasn’t about not wanting to be with me. That kiss ...

I touch my fingers to my lips, still feeling the heat of his passion against my lips.

I used the time he was busy to shower, shaving everything that needed to be shaved, washing my hair and then drying it, then putting on light make-up.

I’d just started to get nervous, staring at myself in the mirror when he’d knocked ...