I miss him...

MIRANDA

I wonder what Antonio wants to tell me.

He hasn't been home for the past two days.

I miss him.

As weird as that may have sounded,

I actually do miss him.

His touch.

His voice.

Even the way he cautions me when I go against his simple instructions.

I hugged the bedsheets so tightly.

I squeezed them in my hands and inhaled the fragrance out of them.

His cologne still spreads around the room and on the sheets.

He had become a part of me already even though his presence only threatened me and made me feel scared.

I have become so glued to having him around so I feel empty when he is not.

Let's not go to the sex.

As much as I hate him and wish to escape his grasp, I enjoy every moment of it.

It was as though he had cursed me with his charm and now I am left trapped in his sexiness and beauty.

The way he handles me is one of a kind.

I can't seem to get it out of my head.

A feeling I hold onto whenever I want to

While I was wandering in my thoughts, I heard a voice from outside my r