He sat on the couch, watching tv. Life was as normal. Well, mostly. He checked his phone. Still no message. She should have sent something by now. A text, a call, a picture, hell he didn't care. Just as long as he knew she was safe.
That was all that really mattered to him, her well-being. The t.v. played on, but he was no longer paying any attention. He was lost in his memories of her. The way she felt, she smelled, the look in her eyes when she smiled at him. These things warmed his heart on the cold nights alone. He held her so close in his heart.
The few instances they had time to spend together was magical. No words needed to be spoken. It was a meeting of bodies, desire, and fulfillment. He felt so complete when she was around. But things being what they were, these moments were fleeting, and far in-between. But oh so satisfying.
He checked his phone again, just knowing she had contacted him. Still nothing. He checked to make sure the phone was working properly. A brief inspection showed that it was fine. And yet no word from her. Surely she was home by now.
He wished that her home was with him. But she denied the feelings in her heart. She denied the desire inside. Or she tried to. But she couldn't, and so he would see her, talk with her, hold her in his arms and absorb all her worries. When they were together, the world ceased to exist. It was a utopia.
It had been so wonderful, this past time they were together. Another magical experience. But as always she had to leave. This time though, things had seemed diffierent. Her reluctance to leave was stronger. She wanted to stay. Circumstances forced her to leave.
As he sat waiting, watching the phone. She was all he could think about. Hopefully, soon, she would call.
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