What Did She Say?

Blake

I buried myself in work, but there was always a constant ache in my chest. Until I had her in my arms, and only then did everything feel okay again.

Our tongues twisted and tangled together. Aston’s hands twined into my hair and gripped it hard, like she was trying to keep me against her.

We were like two fires raging, coming closer and closer together to meet and combust in a giant ball of pent-up passion. Our kiss was fierce, hungry, filled with longing that broke me apart before it started putting me back together again.

When we finally came up for air, she smiled against my lips. “You sure seem happy to see me.”

“Ditto.” I kissed the tip of her nose and then ran mine down its length. “I missed you, too. How are you?”

Something in her expression faltered, but it was gone in a flash. “I’m surviving. Doing much better now that you’re here.”

“Yeah? That makes two of us,” I told her. When she stepped out of the circle of my arms, I realized that she looked a little tired. Stunni