Sharing in love

Emma

After eating my food I hurried to my room, somehow certain that Scott was coming to bed tonight. I took another shower and dressed in one of my seductive night dresses; a silky red short thin-strapped night dress.

I doused myself with enough perfume for around two outings and sprawled across the bed after making sure the light was dimmed. I pretended to be asleep, but with one eye open as I waited for Scott.

But he didn't come.

It was about midnight I eventually consented to myself that my prep was a vain waste of time. I thrashed my legs on the bed in disappointment and sighed, obliging to sleep.

I decided perhaps, something came up that he had to attend to and that was why he didn't coke to bed. Or did I misinterpret the meaning to what happened between us? What if he only used me? Verily as mates until we rejected each other, we were bound to our bond which meant most of the time we desired each other, it was because we had no control over it.

"Luna?" Someone was calling me fr