Kacie

He knew I was home but he needed more, needed to feel me, touch me. I needed the same. I missed him, my body missed him. It felt like I hadn’t seen him in months and I needed him more than the oxygen that filled my lungs.

I fumbled with his clothes until he quickly shot up to his feet and stripped them off and they dropped to the floor. My heart thrummed against my chest as I watched him. My eyes drank in the contours and dips of his muscles, the sharp jawline, the ruffled hair before ...