Akira
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I feel him before he even touches me.
Romero slides inside blanket slowly and carefully as if not wanting to wake me, I smile at that. An arm comes around my waist and next second I’m tucked tightly against him.
“You’re back.”
His lips touch my neck, “Yeah. Did I wake you?”
“No, I was waiting for you.”
“Like you said.”
“Like I said.” I repeat.
“I’m glad.” That is when I detect something off in his voice and notice the tension vibrating through his body.
Turning around, as we come face to face, I try to see his expression in dark, not that I need to, the tightness of his jaws are a telling that something is troubling him.
“What’s wrong?” I touch his cheekbones gently.
Grabbing my palm, he plants kiss on each knuckle, “Nothing is wrong. I just missed you, so f*****g mu
