“Do you think they are talking it out?” I asked Travis. Seated on the middle of the bed and glancing now and again out of the window. Checking on Janelle and Damian. They were seated at the pool and have been talking for hours after we returned from the party.
“That would be nice for a change other than having them at each other’s throats,” Travis replied. Switching off the light to the bathroom and joined me on the bed.
He crawled over to me like an animal hunting its prey pushing me onto my back and hovered over me before his lips met mine. Stealing a piece of my soul but handing it back through pieces of love.
“I don’t want to think about leaving again,” Travis said, muttering against my lips.
“Then don’t think about it.” I started, pushing my fingers through his short hair, loving
