20Julian
“Why did you come to meet me?” Nora asks as we get into the car after saying goodbye to her friends. “Were you afraid I might run away?”
“You wouldn’t have gotten far if you tried.” Turning to face her, I run my fingers through her hair. It’s a bit shorter at the front, but still long and even silkier than usual.
“I wasn’t going to run.” Nora frowns up at me. “I don’t want to run away from you. Not anymore.”
“I know that, my pet.” I force myself to stop touching her hair before I develop a fetish. “I wouldn’t have brought you to America otherwise.”
“So why did you come get me? I would’ve been home in an hour anyway.”
I shrug, not wanting to admit how much I missed her. My addiction is completely out of control. No matter what I’m doing, I’m constantly thinking about her. Eve
