Mathew.

And the week had passed somehow in a normal way on the surface-meals together, quiet talks-but she didn't let me touch her at all, pulling away gentle but firm.

She was avoiding me as much as possible all that time, sleeping turned away, dodging hugs.

I missed her lips soft on mine, her touch electric, her hug warm and safe.

I missed how we used to cuddle lazy in bed, whispering secrets, or our steamy showers together, soapy and close.

"Come here, baby-just hold me," I'd plead ...