Desiree
He doesn't come back home for hours. Though I'm worried, I know he's just...
Preoccupied right now.
When he finally does come back, he's worn, and a bit crazed. This is is it.
We'll end this today.
He sighs, noticing me sitting there waiting for him.
"Have you been waiting long," He asks lowly.
I shrug. A few hours is all.
He takes off his jacket, haphazardly tossing it somewhere. Then he rolls his sleeves of his shirt to his forearms, sauntering forward me.
"You're okay," He asks, squating beside me, putting his hand on my face.
I nod slowly. He smiles.
"That's good," He breathes, storking my cheek with the back of his hand, letting it drift down my neck slowly. Suddenly, he wraps his fingers around my neck firmly.
"Tell me," He starts lowly, his eyes concentrated on m
